Lyrics:
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
know?
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from
Your love, oh yeah
Where's it gone
Where's it gone, babe
Now I know that we've been trippin' for some time
It's been hard, but I know
was a vegetable farm and that it was ran by her elder sister and her son. But they now feel like the owner so, she told Shaine that the time was right
niggas can't go where I grew at
Bitch, I'm the king of the Co
I'm trappin', so hard, go ahead, get your crew clapped
Bitch, they know that I do that
they can check the score
Never complained when I
Never complained when I slept in dorms
I knew that I would take the world by storm
And that's the best
say
They never know say God is greater
Who tell you say
Them go stop Shatta Wale
Who tell you say
Thought you can be like me
Naaa That's a big lie
From
Some go market won o pada wale
No b me do pass
I'm just getting that grace
Everyday
Sebi na you dey bless my day
Wey make way wen way no dey
No b man
May-December by Mos Def in my headphones, that's the man
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
rhymes is all that they wanna do
They don't gotta do anything else
(They don't gotta do anything else)
Say what, say what, say what
If writtin' rhymes
a designer — whatever you do
You have one thing that's unique
You have the ability to make art. Sometimes life is hard
Things go wrong — in life and in love
But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)
Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit
But do anybody care that I'm stressed?
mommas
(Where's the love)
I think they all distracted by the drama and
Attracted to the trauma, mamma
(Where's the love)
I think they don't understand
...
Livin' on a slow speed tryna get by,
Got my homies on the night shift, tryna live life.
Girls those who roll w***, hit me for a light,
I'll be
khiladi Mujhe bolte hai SEASHA
Cassette chaalu Karke flex krti hai
Verse 1
Haryane ka mai chora
Rakhta auda upar thora
Sunne wale bole taura
Mai bola
(Yeah, where the girls)
Yah-yah
Ayo, my niggas can't cap, can't have fun by their damn selves
Everytime we pull up, gotta ask ""Nigga, where the girls
reached
When we were told her day had come
And she had sailed her last
That they would tear her down for
Scrap we couldn't let that pass!
Eight bells rang
conquer
All that is mine
The evil start running
No where to hide
You see that we coming
The wisdom of wise will see they destruction
So watch where you
Through that whatever happens, eh
It doesn't matter for shit, no, yo
'Cause nobody knows where we're gonna go
Long as they play the music I
I keep
The world listened? Cool. What’s next?
We gotta try to keep that fire lit right where our heart is
They indicted a couple of police, but we will finish what
many say they live that way
Living day by day
But they're stuck in a cage
Too many say they back that blade
But they do ballet
On private estates
thing parquet
3 piece on, Prince of Wales check
Freddy on the boat sayin' "Where we gonna sail next?"
Where I come from, we talk about "Who's goin'
on savage mode
(If you're digging gold imma savage you)
who you are
Where you from and what you do
here we are
Trust in christ with no voodoo
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