Lyrics:
and being gay
It's not amusing
There's always those to spoil our games
By finding fault and calling names
Always accusing
They draw attention to themselves
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
strangers
Top rap don, 'cause Daddy-O got me the dice game
It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald
Pack your work, move your plans to VA
Heat on the lock
are more hors d'oeuvre when it's a world tour
O'Doyle Rules
a life-bid, be one a' your crew
I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge
Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance
Lessons, detrimental
in the lyrics of the song
We taking y'all by surprise
Blood shot eyes, crisp sweet potato fries straight from the oven
Ya'll need some lovin'
Come our
Living just playing the game
Lust for power lies within
Killing is no longer a sin
Striving for a mental illness
And slowly leaving reality
Lost
and pain
You See that negative energy washed away by the rain.
Hip-hop king who rules with love and sensibility ,
forgiveness of those peasants who fake
body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards
10 G's a ki, 36 o's
Lava Pit
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Intro
How the fuck did you get in my castle
Chorus
Murder
gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride, In my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustlin' mixtapes, I'm tryna get by, double U E double B follow with
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
not amusing
There's always those that spoil our games
By finding fault and calling names
Always accusing
They draw attention to themselves
Always bringing up your past, bet that they catch amnesia when you show them that cash
Remember that it's rules to the game You can make that money but
the game since 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine
I'm young, full of cum, nothin to lose
Paid my dues, I'm settin the rules
I got
to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement
Frontin I can never do (uh-huh)
So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you
And the bandos, cause its fuck the dram-o
Change the game like donn-o, tello hello to all
My fellow kin folk, hermanos
Sas, I know...
I must admit this was
the wrong nigga’s my loyalty/ uh
my loyalty made me a fool nigga/
thought it was rules to this shit/
but nigga’s don’t live by no rules nigga/
feel like
out of the pool
Kick game just like I'm school
Cold world, I know the rules hey
If I'm breathing then it's cool
If you fool me I'm the fool
If I'm
will all be explained
Like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda
Rational when I be asking you
"who is more dramatical?"
This one
every snake, fake-faced, o' jig;
I'm like, just don't sell me the bridge, I buy lakes.
Friends even bend rules, chicks I lent jewels,
Says, "She's
sleep? I always thought you were the first to ride
Ay yo you heard the line "Everybody plays the fool?"
Well, I'll be that exception to the rule
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