Lyrics:
Yayo
Some real shit some real shit
No deal shit
Yea it's got to the stage I don't feel shit
Yea, I remember those days
Were I'd steal shit
Or run around
but everyone can do something
So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right now
[Akir:] The outro tip, the One Remix, yo
[Akir]
One
flippin' like reciprocals
Told her, "Fuck love", the fuck was I thinkin'?
Day by day, then no communicatin'
I didn't mean to give up when times are
been told, the secrets they hold
The government control, man fuck five-O
So I say, keep your faith in the J, Saint Dog and great smokes a pack a day
Ayy, all fun and jokes aside, nigga
I need them Nines double-entendres, nigga
Them Nines metaphors, nigga
I need you to flex and shit on everybody
This is our war cry, we'll rise up
And this is our time to rise up, rise up, yeah
I thought by now I would get it
His love for me is unmeasured
the 3rd dimension but flee
Transparent tee we been thru every door that you can see
But where the love tho, leave it to y'all I found a snub nose
Do you
a chance
I'm aggravated
When I think of all the precious time I've wasted
On another dead romance
The days go by, they fade away and so do I
To all the ladies working Iowa-80
Selling pussy to the chrome on the interstate
Living hard lives
Working long nights
Hit by every man you ever
God never puts nothing above his
Dumb Devil never rises over above six
Understand it all happens as planned
You fucking faggots: Allah's
Most savagest
said that you knew where
It slept in the day
So we gathered up our tools:
A sling-shot in case it ran for the sky
And a blanket from your room
The one
advancement
VIP admitance, all access granted
Gat brandish tools tuition for the gunfight
Sword slice many different styles on the mic
Talk is cheap when my
from the rain
Pulling the strings, smashing our wings
Striking us down
Now there's no turning back
This venomous sting, end of all things
Burns
doubled, in the L Bubble
Smashing security with something, we all in to stunting
[Chorus]
These are the tools of the trade (that we use to get paid)
the height of a
Lot of bottles flipped, Living
For the luscious lips
A luscious chick sucking dick saint
Got me speeding
Fiending for indecently treating
half amazin clan, sinners and saints
Sing it baby
cyo, fightin wit titans, Im Tyson in nine-three
My life is to intense, you ain't gotta remind me
livin'
Well we're talking out of turn and we're all losers saints and cynics
One day you'll realize and to our surprise we'll put the screen back in it
And does he dream, the saint, of the time
When angels sinned in revolt
Gabriel lies sleeping
At the edge of the universe
One day his trumpet he will blow
Death comes alive as day comes to an end
The city sheds its’ coat of paint
Neon lights get brighter by the hour
Spotlights on demons and on saints
This pain on me there it go, yeah
(Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up)
Ron-Ron, what up? Real, ayy
How I stay sane with all this pain on me?
How
plain facts
She laid down in the road, where the people go by
And she declared herself willing to try
I laid down beside her
But all I could see
They're not all impressed by conversation
"True gentlemen" avoid it when they can
But they dote, and swoon, and fawn
On a lady's who's withdrawn
It's
Seduced by sin, I am not a saint
Go ahead if you like to but I ain't
'cause I've seen, the devil's face
How addiction pulled kids into disgrace
And I do now
have the light
To pass to you
Cuz I don't smoke
Nooo
I keep my head in the game
Thats the only way I cope
Check
Days short I make mistakes
Any minute
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