Lyrics:
to dream
And thinking how ya danced on the disco scene
Our name appears in your mind
Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
It was Phase 2 just
Where did the time go
How do I know where to run when I'm up so high
Disheveled
Unraveling through your lies
It's a little strange but I think you'll
the hell you not emotional?
I don’t know for you
You love enjoying our sports, music and comedy
But when we show you our pain it’s like you don’t wanna see
Just hold me down like a paper weight
When your times up you’ll never know
Is it Pearly Gates or deep down below
No time baby I got to go
Cuz I
And wonder where the rhyming at?
And where New York been hiding at!
I should tell you trolls but know y'all ain't got no time for that.
It was written Marty
Bone]
I think it's time we show them bone, how we ride
And let everyone know just where we come from Midwest bounce
It's that bounce
That make a nigga
and paperwork will be equipt with the mary
Talking rectangle shapes with a dead presidents face
A ghost town in my wallet, a lot of cake on my plate
This black
in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave
of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhymin'
Co-signed by Louis Vuitton (yep)
Horsepower, horsepower
All this Polo on, I got horsepower
Pound of this cost
don't stop, keep bringin the Cris'"
I'ma country boy just like the Dukes of Hazard
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
Ellie May girl where you
twenty miles apart
Doc is like bad weather reports by Al Rourke
If you're not from the tri-boro, story settled
I pack gaudy metal for those who act fool
treated me like true royalty
These things I write
I write them because I miss you
And not a day goes by where I don't pray I'm with you
And still sometimes
where I'm at, you know who I am
I'm the reason why I'm like this, I'm the one to blame
It's time to get rid of you girl I'm so sick of you
Impossible
Because is like hide and go seek
So you can cover your eyes then count to ten
By the time they open up
That's when the fun begins
Because they know where
Hey, Grand Hustle, homie
Yeah, it's the king, partner
Haha, you know I couldn't leave you
Without hollerin' at you one
More time right, baby?
Okay,
and the glitz!
Flip a flow like the mob be turnin' tricks!
My clique and I will hunt ya like
Who want the beef come spark!
I leave darkness where there used
To be
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't
Warmest hearts turned cold
I done seen where it led
People want to do you bold
They say who's this, Miss dash keep these niggas clueless
Get rich by
hop in a zip lock
But I'd never sell my soul
I know we living
In a time loop
It cycles
Winter spring and summer
High falls then life goes
When it rain
Standard Time
(Yeah, where?)
You can find us at the Utah pools
And at your grandma's funeral potatoes, or on Mutual
The dating app most spiritual
hell
I don't see shit changing
But I guess time tells
All this trauma had my grandma end up by herself
And my little brother Chase
He just stay
of the hungriest
Backed by Donald Johns and that's where my money is
[Rampage]
I told y'all six weeks rich don't forget
Another smash hit from my squad don't forget
when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes
the neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound so funky
We be throwin' down
This goes out to you playa
You know you know who you are
Gotta be careful, can't let
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