Lyrics:
twice a year at the National Guard Armory
Or the old school house we'd go see
The Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town
To sing especially for me.
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
to her
All I did was turn up more women
She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Every album got no skippin' (ha)
Shorty bad, ain't have no
Heart" by writer Butler
-charted in 1966 at #91 as "He Will Break Your Heart" by the Righteous Brothers
CHORUS
He don't love you like I love you
If
on and cancel culture
Vulture
I've always been a music lover
You can go and ask my dad, you can ask my brother
I would have told the world that you had two
you from deep in the slums
Only way you make it out is by the barrel of a gun
All I wanna do is rap go to a different place and have some fun
But lately
A couple million there, surrounded by millionaires
A dream I wish I get to, I say that without no fear
No cares
He say he my brother, I look I still
Album fucking dropped, now pop the champagne
On this you don't go crazy, you go fuckin' insane
I'm here for fun baby, I'm here to entertain
I could
I'm out with my brothers, the sun reflecting onto me like the moon and the sun
I go wherever they go, we'll be 'round the world by the end of the month
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
roll deep on these
Put these MC's on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these
Put these MC's on deep freeze
Yeah
Man are getting killed by other
Mmm mmm, yeah
Oh I like this
I wanna tell this story
A little story about umm
A brother who you would think has everything goin' for himself
But
album, got no time to chat it out
He offered Corey a flight, said he could land by tonight
Corey replied, "shit, like, maybe I might"
Corey pride took
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
These dreams in my heart imma give em life
All my people feeling lost imma give you light
All my brothers that done passed imma give you life
My
I'm not the type to measure myself to others
I only grind it out just for me and my brothers
I know that I can shoot, don't compare my buckets
I had
late
I did it, not him but that’s another debate
This yeezus season, talk is treason
say whatever when it’s time to sell a album season
put a Hoodie
Used to be broke but I'm getting rich
Can't fuck with my brother cause that's like my twin
Balenciaga stepping straight through the wind
Got brothers
the album bro if you not hanging throw the towel in bro
Scratch all of that
Niggas ain’t playing they put too much fouls in bro
I came up hard
I came up poor
I swear no lie
You've been there for me since beginning by my side
Who's to decide
never mattered since you were always down to ride
No paradise
Johnny
Rest in peace Johnny
We loved you like a brother
Here's the Tantalum King
Hey, thanks priest
Hey I loved
I loved Johnny like a brother cause he was
to go to school, when dad leaves I just sneak-by
And stay home just so I can be alone
Kate calls, Snowy too, I don't answer the phone
My brother's in
circles ‘round you guys
Woo!
Takin' Tylenol ‘cause my head hurt
Them feds lurking on my brothers
I been discovered I'm too divine
Time to get it crackin'
let's fuck shit up
Vamos detonar essa porra - let's detonate this shit
Vamos rasgar o chão - let's cut the ground
Levanta mano, então - get up brother
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