Lyrics:
We ran into her just by chance
I saw it in a single glance
My oldest friend
Your new romance, must I remember?
You couldn't run
She couldn't hide
to the next one
I, I can't be touched or rushed
'Cause I crush opposition with my written acid
That's when I'm smashing tracks when
I am rapping so why you
at a track meet
Need the right one? Yeah, that’s me
If you know then don’t ask me
You playing games with an athlete
Go run your mouth at a track meet
Need
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
disrespect
Fuck your rep, step on your neck like how I did back in the ends
I ain't got no time to run it by you
You ain't got what I require, it's not fair
to question if you got my back
I ain't got to worry cause you hold me down
I shoot for the stars and you keep me on track
You hold me down, but it ain't to see
You got it your on the right track
Now your solving the equation
Putting time where you need it
If you don’t let it, it won’t go by
Won’t go, won’t go
Wanda walked down the front steps
And said, "I hate to break up the party
But I've got to get to work by five
Would you run me over there, Shorty?"
craft's what you
Done to me, ohh
You know you got back no lie
And I know you preeing
Me when a man roll by
I still make tracks for the vibe
When I get
fuck?!
MoneyatMidnight..., Joey Brickz on the track...,
Need a brick and a bag.., yeah
MoneyatMidnight on the track, Joey Brickz on the track...,
Need
chose
Yoo, But she know dat
She's so hot you can't even hold dat
Her fire make ya burn on contact
Deep like dis track
Now a days she don't need be
Open the gates
I don't hesitate
Haunted by the wraith's with pride elate
All I do's create
Need to set it straight
Open the gates
I don't hesitate
now did you catch a victim? Hell no
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back
'Cause my brain
Brendan Gilman
Track 2. One More Night
I told you goodnight
But you said goodbye
The moment that you said that
Is the moment that I died
Waiting
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
looping ultra-high-res flatulence, each sample lovingly
Given its own channel, curated by exquisite taste and effects changed, then you need to
Get up
Run up that bag that the government gave ya huh
Thief, Thief you a robber
Run up that track the community bought you yea
We ain't no genies won't grant
track
I ain’t talkin’ bout track (‘Bout track)
See the booty smack (Booty smack)
Better turn around and just make that thing clap
And just make that thing
Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on
Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like
I searched online
Yeah, I've been online looking for a sign
The days run bare cos you're not there
But I won't give up
No I won't get blue
Cos
come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like
come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like
I got my city on the snap
Got the team on my back
I been tripping on this track
I need 3 hunnid racks
Ima take it
All the way?
All the way
Run it
Look inside of me you see where I got my sound
Use to stay in the woods by the track and greyhounds
God is making me pro now how I be spitting these
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