Lyrics:
've been hiding from the world
I've been working, they can't see it
I can't get there by myself
Keep my family close, I need em
William I'm proud of you
I
me four, give me more
Oh do it ill, yo we make you bounce
I rock so many microphones I can't even count
Off th,e top of the dome, any place that I go
These niggas wan' fight me, grab my pipe, it shoot shit up in here just like Spike Lee (grr)
Write back my nigga that write me, gotta watch what I say,
'll get myself back in line
Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by
Nigga I'm a always be free
I'm the general call me Mando E. Lee!
Peel off the seal, pour up some mud
My jar is full of gas 93 blow it up
Loud truck,
be bunning up all of cro
And i'm feeling so slow I can't see
I'm sick when I step in the cut
When I step in the cut can't do it like me
kicked a man in
the auditions, uh, first up, Mr. John Travolta.
(Jimmy Fallon as John Travolta)
She's like, I swear to God, I mean I can't believe you guys are trying to sell
visits, trav splitting, “l”s written well show this cat's livid
Isolated, day and night, no vacation, flights stop & dam tripping
Time is up, I've had
in love
Countin' up the bucks
Can't stand off the thraks
Bullin' with my gang
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Breakin' down the bud
Sippin'
by a handshake
I win by a landslide scopin' your landscape
Kick in the damn door give me your damn safe
They all say crime don't pay
But if it'll get
stars
I am stan lee
I'm moving so marvellous
I'm moving so marvellous
Yuh
Got me feeling kinda strange in a i a way By the way i
Got me feeling kinda
enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' I'm here, but you can't see him
I gave you
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper
Greedy little
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper
Greedy little
By William Clarke, Stephen Coore, K. Michael Cooper
And William Stewart
(Chorus)
Ah moving up (we're coming together)
Jah, Jah Children them
tell me, tell me what you say, ma
We've been keeping it one hundred up to this far
So what you wanna do?
I'm tryna give it but I'm losing my cool for
to get by
I'm feeling groovy
Come lets make a movie
I'll be bruce lee
Cos truthfully, I'm not new to this
I'm not not new
I'm feeling groovy
Come lets make
pass by
We just do it, you know what we pursing
They just mad they can't get like me, uh
Like me, you know I love the white tees, uh
Ground level you can
First place with ya bitch
At my place getting lit
She gone let a nigga hit
I pull up with the stick
And i ain't talking bout a choppa
Bruce Lee
parallel, diagonal and adjacent
All angles and I got tricks up my
Sleeve like big Paul Daniels
I don't give a shit how
Many niggas you're with, prick
They're
counterfeit
Demons curious, how's they souls-like?
Blade off Elden Ring
New chop serious
Oh my lord(lorde) she singing for the team
I go Keith Lee
Eat her then
more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics
Chuckin' up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit that make you go brazy if I
die (yeah)
But I'll never change, I'm fire, lit and high (yeah)
If I give you my trust, will I end up in dust
If I give you my heart will you leave it
Ai Bobby Williams.... Ku Tomola zina nikulakwa..... Turn it up....
Drew made the beat
Oh by popular demand Bobby Williams back with a cup in his
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