Lyrics:
y'all all turn sucka
We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka
{Noreaga}
Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten
And when ya mula
the lights off,
Fly by on the cloud, knock his dome off,
cye im Iced Up, on the field, my name is Fitz Roy
You forever bottom, bitch, you'se a bitchboy
I dont
nosegarsm, yeah.
Judge the phone call by
It’s first sentence
If it’s not money,
am hanging,
Prophesy, programming
Prophesy and programming,
prophesy,
to the divine
I got an angel by my side, I
Open the window
Watch a flock of birds fly
I see the sunrise
Set a fire in the sky, I
Brew up some coffee
Then I go hit
the only thing I want right now is to be with them
I mean thank god I made it long enough to meet them
Cause life was getting kinda rocky and I had a habit
crying
We've come so far, been climbing
Now the clouds they passed us by
C'mon and raise your glass up high
Everybody home, ain't nobody gone
And I got
a box from Amazon
Ah god damn, I cannot believe it
Stupid little motherfucker now I'm torn to pieces
At least I am all alone so no one can receive it
up out me run off money motivation kid ain't nothing gassed about me best shape in my life
I need a 12 round match for rocky, but i'm gonna fix
in a rush
But life will pass you by, you got to slow down and hush
Now listen to me close cause I'm gonna tell you the key
Just take a deep breath,
Story told bliss
Come on over take a hit
A lot of patience
Just to hear some words from your man
Cover page flip, chapter one, open up your heart
InThaPink
Smelling the dankest
We got loud
We gonna get louder
Steamroller
Bill dozing the town
Watch a catch
Like I just hooked a flounder
Feel like
in
And I brought a fat bottle of gin
And we don’t give a fuck if we sin
Let’s bring it back from the top
And don’t stop now
I want this shit to be
cat named Juan
And Tommy skipping class, stealing cigs from his mom
A couple years pass now he's a junior
11th grade searching for quicker ways to get
am you so you are me
And every now and then we get a little out of hand
To fuel our greed driven by our wants and needs
It seems we never act ourselves
and I say don't hit my line
I've been working everyday just tryna put in the grind
Didn't run away from shit, but now I know that it is time
Time to fuck
lets fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and feed to the Bahamas and breathe
On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like
seats that's hilarious
See the thing about deceit is it's fair to us
Situation or theme now what have you got
You're surrounded by the knowledge but you
sucker niggaz know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it drow
It's dead-liest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this
Right now is gonna pass in a
Couple of seconds
But we learn when we drink from a
Cup full of lessons
Right now social media is
Raising your kids
Got em
swear we gonna ball forever
Ok I used to do the bus stops
Now I ride with my glock cocked
I'm into Rollies and drop tops
I gotta keep it Texas
I might
boots to be the tims
And I can see you from behind through my rims
But sham wizard just take a look of what I done
I used to rap in your basement now they
You know my name
Who's that guy?
It's Mani
(Diggity)
Dots
Girls walk by they say
It's Mani
(Diggity)
Dots
He's so fly
It's Mani
(Diggity)
Dots
You
that ain't my story
Listen
This life
Flies by like a breath we inhale,
Take that deep breath, feel your lungs swell
To the limit, one only time will
with these bars just to end you
I think I'm on a roll and I don't care if I offend you
Everybody round town gonna known my name
Cause I'm balling real
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