Lyrics:
Mobbing at Mania, ringside, we cop the whole row
Ameleon Off-White my feets
When you see me, too sweet me, shit, life is sweet
Notorious for smoking out
through the surf ripping
Holler if you want to hear the colonator's
Finna hear the fin up in the dimmest of the sea
And y'all should see the way
rattles the head of death with the grain of life's making
What is to be of my next becoming? What face will you wear in the further unknown?
What shape
trigger happy
A sea of calm walking through the night
I see your smile it's a warning sign
We're nearing close honey step by step
A flash of you and I
Over by the grand canal you can see them congregating in their droves
Swimming up and down the sunny silver stream that they've made their homes
my niggas doing time, behind that money baby
Yeah! Here we are in this world of riches
I only see the money, surrounded by all these bitches
ain’t got next you can tell the industry is beef
Like a pussy on a 6 feet freak that shit get deep
And to the ones deceased, rest in peace
Got you
slanguistics
Break it down in fractions
Every verse a nigga spit is like a commercial for boss mackin'
When it hit the streets you should just see how they
the weather, it feels like forever
Since I've seen Tennessee
This is the last of my postcards
I'll be back home by the next star
I love you all with all my heart
Yo, ya-ya-yo-yo
Cats ice grillin' me, fuck em' I buck 'em verbally
Lookin' for a reason as I'm breezing by security
With no one searching me, it's
saw you in the movie, ho
Pinching out the pack behind his back, that's a movie roll
Started as a kid with 'em, played on the same block
Look how they
got 'em tweakin'
See that ho next weekend
Fucked her that same evening
I know the lil' bitch tweaking
Really the lil' bitch is fiendin'
I need that
selling dope and gang related
I pull up in my trap and take out all of my frustrations
RIP Pimp C, bumpin' Pimpulation
I got bills on the floor,
forced into periless proposition
We must come see ya, despite imminent danger
Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar
From the cold dirt, rocks
forced into periless proposition
We must come see ya, despite imminent danger
Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar
From the cold dirt, rocks
behind it
That's me
S.P.I
I make it look good want the recipe
R you the next up O let's see
cll my songs W's so what do that mean
(HOOK)
EcSILY UPON
Sho
Ngisakhumbula ngikuG10
Sashamba ngegydo
Sidown'eMandela
Discuss or sishay'Number
Kwi express
The red Nokia enama buttons
On the side when you
cell or 6feet under
Been mistaken by uh dozen
Homies are temporary and for eternity Is my Brothers
Just wanna change for the next Generations
They can
Here I am at last
I’d like to learn from the past
When I rest and close my eyes
I can finally see who I am inside
Outside it's all about the dollar
How boring it is to see you
How weak you are
The moon keeps cold
Loneliness inside
The tearing nails
From pain tear my skin
I fall in a maze
and says
Look, you know you look like you could use some company
He thinks, this is a way to meet new people
He says, Yea, sure, can I light up your smoke
Screaming lessons next morning
You sleep through my ass stumble
I don't talk no God
But thank God you ain't see that
Spent no time outside
Too busy cooped up
writing a list
Discomfort make me stronger
But I can't pay for a doctor
Say I don't want to be alone
Next time I'm in town I'll come by
Did you get the good
on my name gone leave you speaking to a reverend
Top drawer
Black steel
Next to my white socks
Hardball Hittin harder then when the bass knocks
G baby
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