Lyrics:
His mamma liver had it
the whole thing was tragic
But I ain’t here to talk about the damn disadvantage
5 blocks Markea Ave.
I’m walking, I’m skipping
was no way out
It wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly
What my mama'd been talkin' about
I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow
Everyone always all talks about the new trend
What's popular on YouTube and the media
But we should all focus more on what god is showing us
Because we need
of stars
When the block is enormous
Squash rocks with my hands
My palms is enormous
Flow the hot lava that I
Drop when I scorch it
Droppin candy rappers that
trippin' and tonight you gon' find out how wild the town is (be cool)
And everything's not fiction, it ain't nothing fake about us
Been searching for my
change and rearrange
My whole rap format, no hardcore rap
So now all the pop charts I rule
Over New Kids on the Block and Paula Abdul, huh
I thought I
no hardcore rap
So now all the pop charts I rule
Over new kids on the block and paula abdul, huh
I thought I made it, then my song faded
And none
pregnant and you’re tha father so, whatchu gonna do about it??
*masturbation*
Hi, my name is Tina, and I'm looking for someone that goes by the name
you know
We're talking raids of the shadow
It's the latest app craze, brand new
But we've got nothing of value
With Console Graphics Quality
If by
charge of this town, now, being the happiest man
So here’s what I say we do
Let’s burn it down
How about that?
I’m a voice of small town rage
If you’re in
Positive And I'm Gonna Have Love For You And You And Everybody Else
I'm Gonna Do It All Not By Myself I Just Need My Girl And My FamilyBe Fine It's Just
Last ones to be leaving and we slide right slide right in
I get told i work to hard
Kids to feed fam to guard
Nothing ain't gonna stop me block me rock
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
'Cause I'm 'bout that ('bout that)
I'm 'bout that
The connoisseur rippin' ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get deeper
You'll catch a ill
Reflection from listenin'
Too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's
it show
I get the dough non-stop when the track's hot
And you know
What? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more
y'all get the picture
Money
about it
Wrong side of the track
This is the bottom
Boulevard of broken dreams
Stick up kid
Dope fiend
Cop shot him down
17 I still hear him scream
For
I tell 'em, "we all we got" (we all we got)
Thinkin' 'bout my son, first dude I got cool with when we moved on the block
This was back when Damani
And then I'm dipping
Lord knows I got a lot
It's like I'm Pippen
Man you stay under committed
Who you kidding kid
I got big business bitch
And you know
I
separated in cages, they living to die
Berated and confiscated, placated then lacerated
Contradicting that statement about rapists and gangstas
Cuz it was,
care about the
Fact that you need the support of the people on your back
To keep it afloat
But what do they do
They dumb us the fuck down
Get rich
they see what I'm gon do
You with the old I got new
Hop in the whip brand new coupe it go zoom
These niggas dry like the dune
Capping like they
All of my passive aggression, porn addiction adolescence
There's a God but I have questions, Time to get back to my essence
Build it block by block I
it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman lover...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
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