Lyrics:
All in together now (now, now, now)
What are you doing to me (to me, to me)
I like the way she do's it
And she loves the way I does it
Makes a brotha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You holding on
To so much pent up aggression (uh)
I don't know why you stressing
Why you talk to me like that?
What's your motive?
call it Reese's
What am I gonna feel now?
Sometimes I really think that I be still bound
To the memories depicted in this rapping thing
But at least it
on yo' body for me to touch while you clutch this game
I keep flowin' like H20 it ain't Outhin' for me to say
Why you keep actin' like a hoe? but there
the light and heat it up like "la cocina"
Make without imagine happen but maybe I'm just a dreamer
I love rockin' tracks like John Coltrane love Naema
watch this 3 point stance
No quit in me you can't call me france
My soul is gold like a niner call me trey lance
This another hit call me barry bonds
the "Merc" in "Merciless" (What?)
This cutlass is the hearse you gonna get
(Aye) best respect my range
I smear like stains (Huh?)
You want storms? I'll bring
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
niggas!
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop this shit
Just like black shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it!
Yo, too many
with the love that we live by
A lost memory, a legacy, it's a thin line
The keys to this kingdom, we're leavin' to our sons
You're printin' a legacy,
six years later was handed sentence
'Round the same time is when you came in this world
Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?
fucks about paying rent, nigga
Like, what the fuck
Broke-ass nigga
Niggas in the street but I ain't getting money, what the fuck you doing
Beefing by
the type of nigga that'll flex that I'm doing this shit by myself ain't nobody put me on
I'm running this shit to the top
I'm tryna make it to the top now
finna put words to this
Shoot
Top bins with a curved Finish
10 kills in a row that's merciless
Got a side ting like it ain't Permanent
What's four times 9
I pluck your body like a string (show you what I mean)
Then I start dancing inside you (oh baby, a love song)
Oh baby in a love song, aw baby
(Love
able to fly through this world, doing what you love to do but because of a court order your son before the age of 1 has to fly twice a month and maybe by
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
paint
Do you feel it like I feel it, I grip the mic and then kill it
Okay, I'm gone, as memories resurface from hella long in my past
Chilling sipping
to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
Yea, fuck it tho niggas ain't on what i'm on
In the six keep a two three feel like LeBron
This shit knock off his wicks like I'm shooting with john
Nigga
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
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