Lyrics:
man a run drugs man a run risk
Man all a run out a time and ends
Man a run up and down and a run fi dem life and a run down this month rent
Nothin'
Servin these bowls to niggas like whitney
Totin these poles this shit make you iffy
Bitch play wit me and i swear it get sticky
Death from the A, we
pouring less then 4 I get lazy
Really take a soul
Wit 380
Yea that's my lil baby
Born in the north
But was raised in the south
Bitch yk this shi made me
a month and take a pump and
Make 'em want to make up somethin'
Take an up-and-coming artist
Or classic figure
If you see me reaching out
It's to smack
is greater
The fear of losing faith
Or the faith that casts out fear
Tell me who's your savior
Who's your savior
The man upon the stage
Or the one who
real
Soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
Let's go
From what I hear Kanye is
Killing the game very bad
My girl rocking
kids on her face, give yo' wifey a baby shower
East side is the army, go get you a navy tower, what's up, bitch?
'Caine train, nigga, I'ma keep this
Betta back up Betta call for back up
I'm a whole army one man
And I got a plug on the phone overseas
Told me my shit just hit land
Put the dope on a drone
strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full
is me calling you out
You want to talk like a man, then be a man
Stop talking like you're something (We're paging 1958)
You always have so much
imminent/
Zeus and Haines fallen gods are irrelevant demigods now is our time we are prevalent/
Cause me I just be questioning pastor how could he know this
Chasing dreams got me all over the world
Now I’m sitting on top of the world
We winning, we winning
Cause we sitting on top of the world
This is for
One man army is at it, mon ami,
Spittin’ while heaven is staring down at me,
Not in a mood to cherish anyone’s nervous system,
So I’m unleashing
mixtapes up
Everyone know you the onlyfans plug
Pardon me y'all this is bigger than I
Y'all when X died part of me died
Single tear fell from my eye
What
niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this
tryna throw it back
But i'm juggin out these packs
No holiday up in my trap
You niggas cap a lot see this is real rap
It went out of fashion i'm bringing
I made it (I made it, I made it)
I came from the bottom
Nobody can stop me
They mad that I made it
I started out in the trenches
I got no love for
Booked for three years, man you can't even book me
It's me and Lil Baby, this shit goin' crazy
Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me
And she held it
at the headquarters now hangin' flix up"
I asked him "Was he sure"
Shorty's "Mi Amore"
This happened to me before, with my man Diadore
Over a Ki(lo) of raw
My
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage, bi-atch
Your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough,
There's no denying
The army is rising
Call me a Titan
Thunder and lightning
The circle need tightening
The hustle, I dive in
Strugglin',
From the Jin
All the way to the Kwarezmian Empire
One by one
They all have fallen
To the might of my great Mongol armies
The Xi-Xia has angered
dont know what im comin from
Understood my maybe some
Maybe its too late for me and maybe i dont need her love but
All out war is what im runnin from
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