Lyrics:
dancers do
Now I give the next man his props
But when it comes to micraphones, c'mon, give me mine Hobbes
I won't diss the next brother to be
great
Next up a song from a little milky called yokai D
You are listening to
On 66 Rock Radio
Hey Radio Man
Hey Radio Man
Hey Radio Man
Play the radio
know she's smilin'
Abandoning Chicago and the house in Humboldt Park
And the man next door who aimed his cameras at our yard
I believe the ocean is
em know we in the house
CL hit em off with the verses
Never judge a book by the cover; discover the Soul Brother
With the Mecca Don Workin'
sealed
No cap these ni**as capping still
I got a dawg doing a nic on a conspiracy
I seen the judge sentenced my ni**a it put fear in me
I rock his chain
fucking Prada
I'm saving up to buy a house and give the keys to my momma
If you see me at the mall, I got blood by my side
If you see a dented Camry, that's
upon one hand introverted I prefer it built my courage up and flourished can't be nervous steering from the stereotypes my voice is Mono but I'm
hang with me, oh yeah
Okay okay, man, stop all the chit chat
Rock out with my Glock, and my choppa got kickback
Run in his house and we pop him in pitch
see my wife again
The house has been run over by fair-weather friends
Who don't give a damn about me
Because
Poor Odysseus
Is lost on this blackened
Pull out yo clock it's time to rock pull out yo skate it's time to race
Imma stash it by da tire in case Im flicked by da jakes
I'm cruising in my
knee on his throat my nigga, if I was there to see would of smoked that pigga
Had us on the trees by a rope my nigga, Martin had a dream but I'm woke my
moccasins someone else's been walkin' in them
Bummy and grungy, fuck it man, I am stuntin' and flossin' and
And savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's
like you chick test positive, aye
No one want the fade
Metal on my body, finna charge, I spray
Man brought the whole gang
Think you got the jump on me
There are angels overhead
Not the kind you read about in a manmade book of dreams that's been glorified by machines
A quiet man walking along
house upon
The rock of my verility.
Better scurry,
We're gonna be all night,
Oh, boy! we're gonna be all right.
Jennifer: I was told
"Just be faithful
nac soul attack you can't pick a bone
Dancin on his head with my eyes upon the throne
Thing about strength it ain't found just on ya own
Sing my song
like a profit.
I’m more like a game 7
The rock in my hand, I’m gone knock it
I’m built for this.
Not everybody gone have skill like this,
Feel for
to get set for life shit
Shout out Mac Lucci, I built to ball in my Nikes bitch
Too timid with his crippin', I don't fuck with cuz he might snitch
Sober
tennis in
The cream'll have a sneaker repenting
To reap the benefits
I'm just built in his raw image/ I'm nonfiction
Writing bars as I underline scriptures
to make your Father so proud
When the lust from my flesh gets thrown out
Not a tree or a bird
But I stand on The Word
Man I built on rock
Big bad wolf
stressed up
From my toes, to my neck up
It's all out, I seen niggas cook up
In a small house, with the dogs out
I know all about it, drugs, money,
XZcRKHcN
We stay connected
Bronx to crizona well protected
Our names ring bells, throughout this country were respected
By the highest authorities,
barrenness
(Oooo oooo)
Remember Joseph (Joseeeeph)
Who was betrayed by his brethren
(Persecution on the left, persecution on the right)
Remember the woman with
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