Lyrics:
since this is Christmas
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street
old CEO
I got fans that's dyin to see me flow
my favorite movie is CB-4
H$E Click you know we throwed
I'm 6 foot 1 on the digital scale
I'm a ghetto
Peace By peace
Day-by-day
Swear they took my life away
Clouded mind it all is grey
I want this shit to go away
Minded carcass all decayed
Let them
write rhymes to write rhymes
And never get confused kid
This beat is just confounding
Every syllable I’m sounding with that 3, 2
1 the atmosphere is my
Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my surrender, like Aerosmith
You can Dream On, 2020
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They judge on the way that I live
They could never do this, they move to the motive so stupid so clueless tryna prove shit
But the truth is they're
matches loafers it's lookin' crazy
Dutches pumped up, plus I live in Macy's
This is Theodore, they call me Starkalicious
Cause my tongue game, is
(talking)
Ma this song is for you...cuz i love you
My tears fall on the paper as i write this ryme
Its like somewhere in my life a part of me died
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
lil niggas come inspect my shit
Whats next is this, is exodus, the next of kin, I'm from the side where the wood pecker lives
What you can’t say is
is the brother
With the groovin' sound
Sit back relax and enjoy the sound
And stand up and get live
And just move around
You are now in tune
it sound like heaven well
Seven six five four three two one
JD what the deal is? Lemme get some
How many occasions you and your liasons
(huh?), y'all niggas smoke two-five (that's on my mama)
Two-fives, what's a two-five to a three-five? (a three-five?)
Two guys, what's a two guys
by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my
My bed is cold I’m still alone
You make me feel right but all I do is wrong
Ticking time bomb I’m disaster prone
I think I’m gon live and die by
It's a lovely night, it's uh, 11, 11:30, Thursday, shit, this is probably my last project, check it
Painting vivid pictures of back when I was a kid,
Uh-huh Yeah I ain't forget my light this time Long live Slim NY The gang forever
Uh My Smithy ain't come with safety Dinner With Jay-Z or 500k nigga
Feeling high as fuck
My body is filled with chronic
Keep my face clean
I'm spraying this face tonic
Anything you need
Just know that I still got it
Working for months for a month of vacation
Not fucking with this
No Obligation
Can't pay for temptation
What's wrong with the nation
My debt is probation
Live in a world where it's just one season
Days never change, it's just one long weekend
Treat every day like my last
Cause one day the end of the week
I think I'm gon lose it
Get up out my face are you stupid?
I just found this knife should I use it?
Team Grimey we killed all the cool kids
My team
I paid the price for this lavish life
I live up to my name and I don't play no games
Now that I'm free
I can tell you that my name is Liberty
A beautiful day in the hood it's warm,
Coming Up the block and the police swarm.
Lights are flashing sirens in my ear,
Guilty before the coast is
water I taste
Good vibes only so get out my face
We pourin' up til the bottle is gone
Which is gone be by the end of this song
The south really love me,
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