Lyrics:
can reach the masses
Give them what they want with this pen that's plastic (Life)
I got a message I'm a put it in a bottle
Sign the bottom
can reach the masses
Give them what they want with this pen that's plastic (Life)
I got a message I'm a put it in a bottle
Sign the bottom
Glocky in my hands hold it steady, take a lil off the top just like a eddy
Rambe and im comin wit the troop smokin gas and u niggas smokin reggie
So they comin over now
Get moscato and henny out
I ain’t ready for what’s neXt
She gets jealous, talks her eX
Im like girl we all got regrets
I ain’t
Walk into the room
See a girl in my side view
Aint no way I’d let her slide thru
Sometimes a player don’t play by rules
Am I that serious?
My brain
Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge
Ice creates the water that's no longer runnin' under it
Stool holds the fool that
head
'Cause they know I’m comin' back
But money don’t make me
I make money
I hate twenty dolla bills, I like hundreds
Ivory hunta say they like
are you sittin' at home on the floor?
What kind of pills are you on?"
Ringin' the bell and nobody's comin' to help
Your daddy lives by himself
He just
GOTTA DEAL WITH THAT
'cause IM LOOSE LIKE GUN POWDA' HITTIN' IN THA' CANNON
FLY BY ME DONT THINK ABOUT LANDIN'
THINK ABOUT CRASHIN'
'cause IM ABOUT
been a long time coming
I'm tired of failing you, face the truth
when you're by my side
Choose to be blind
Change your mind
I loose my way but still
you say your name was again, kid?
[ El ]
Yo, El Da Sensei, man, Artifacts, man
[ Kaos ]
Aight peace
[ El ]
Yeah, we comin from the Bricks
[ Kaos ]
Hold
the judge
I hold no grudge, I fight evil with love
I hear no evil, and I see non either
Comin from believin the creator
As a juvenile, I would often sit
That they was comin' to my show, and they was down to pay
Hold up your lighters if you hear me right
All my people across the world, if y'all feel me
CHORUS :
I'M MORE THAN READY TO COME BREAK IT DOWN (BREAK IT DOWN)
I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR THAT CRAZY SOUND (CRAZY SOUND)
IN YOUR WHATEVER COME BOOST
focused
I got buckets of lead
You keep it comin im a stoner
We some loners
Stuck up in a world
That don't want us
Nah
Wonder if you threw the chain
Wonder
THE TRAPPERS ISLAND
GILLIGAN WAS A HELL HOLD
RIDIN ON THAT GREYHOUND
THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
YOU KNOW LIFE CAN BE PARAMOUNT THATS WHY IM UP IN THE STUDIO
adding
Up and I know that I'm not getting any younger as another
Year passes by
I have to stop and wonder
If it's all really worth the struggle
Every time the holidays come along
I wanna be close to someone
Someone who cares
Someone who really understands (hold him in my arms)
And hold
children are comin to me
Livin in the ghetto and slums of misery
Ebony lives, they're subject to venom and lies
The black youth with minimum ties
No root
Everybody doubted me, but girl, you stuck around
And you told me if I hold you you gon' hold me down
You don't gotta be perfect, you just gotta be worth it
This chick no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean
On ya finger next
Cut up nigga!
Countin bluefaces I pick my nuts up nigga
Suck a Nigga
I’m Fucked up nigga
Memories taught to never trust a nigga
Hold up nigga
I
a backflip
Right outta your chest
It's me, and you'd know soon as you hear it
The frequency of a memory comin' in clear
And I know you don't hold on
But baby I
but applyin' this pressure
The game watered down
Round waves so I hold you probably down
I am not impressed by whoever
Y'all think deserve the crown
Lot
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