Lyrics:
of David to the line of Solomon
All the way down to the motherfucking end so uhh
You and your friends just get on down
I ain't talking about dancing, face
We had a story way back then
But we had to end
I didn't think I'd fall again
But you kept crawling back into my head
I try to leave it all alone,
These years go by, and oh so fast
Look at us in those old photographs
We used to think there was so much time
There's time ahead, but more behind
coming my way
Fuck all the devils that offer me fame
Fuck all of it cause I don't fucking want it
Fuck all of you cause I don't fucking care
I know you all
again...
Bit later...
I'm gonna run into 'em round the back
While all them guys break heads in the sugar shack
Don't give me drink, I don't wanna get too
The Hennessy in memory of all my kennels
Gimme all yo shit dog
I take yo 2 cents if that’s all that you got you gone run it
Crabs in a bucket that’s gone stop
down yeah
Why they always tryna kill us niggas now
Uh yeah
Run around
Yeah yeah
Mannnn
Fuck all of these niggas
I said fuck all of these niggas yeah
Fuck
Yeah
Lets go
I got the diamonds like that water all over my face
I run it up in my bag my mansion look like a space
You know that I run it it
Another way
Of learning
Seeing them
At ease means
That they lurking
All of my life
I have been
Marked by
Cursing
They don't see me
As human I guess
Am
Like Brandon Marshall
A coffee colored shawty with me everywhere
Ask me do I run it, hell yeah
Drippin' sauce all over everything
I'm a real king,
By the way did I mention
Nothing 'bout me is ordinary
My friends all say I'm going crazy
I don't hear a word that they say
'Cause the voices in
and hear me
I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker! Ballin outta control
This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
so
backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I reek of money
(Bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
A hundred thousand, by the way, but I know what I'm worth
Come try me, bitch, last day on the earth
On the jersey club, I be spazzin' word
If you want
you fall all the way to your knees
I don't wan' talk
Pussy-ass nigga, I'll kill your whole house, bitch (huh)
Havin' my way in this bitch, I'm
rather be boys and that's all
[Chorus]
H dub Stand up! (uh)
BK Stand Up! (uh)
East Coast Stand Up! (uh)
You should
Come around my way
I'm from
cheques up
Aye
Can we go and get the paper can we run it up
Lets go find a place to stay so we can count it up
Will you stay right by my side if we go
door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall
Come
door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall
Come
in love
Tell me sugar, call me honey
Come on darling, I'll just take all my money
We can run away naked with
The flames of desire
Running through
who duckin
On the block like I'm drumund
I ain't talkin I ain't fussin we got all these pussies runnin'
The way we spin they think we beyblades
Run up
Bitch I'm road running run into the money all night
Spent like 400 on my girl yah she living right
Throwing more money in the club a lot more then I
left, or right
You cannot just stand there all night
You can't wait for the answer
You can't wait for forever
Run if you think you know the way
You
on siege
Now you wanna stall so they all run free
You better come clean
All this blood ain’t cheap
My condolences mama, i know you have been traumatized by
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