Lyrics:
y'all don't test me
Cause if you do you might figure out my secrets
That I use rap as an outlet for my demons
It's got me trapped in a cell full of my
North, seeking middle-class prosperity
But by the summer of 1967
Much of that hope had turned to hopelessness (yo)
Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky,
getting, it's good for the soul
So if you ain't with me, that means you against me
And you got to go
Period, yeah, and that's all that she wrote
So many
Yeah aye
Yeah aye
Yeah aye
Yeah
One time for that one time
Two times for that one time
Three times for that one time
Tell all my niggas please
gotta win a ring for us
Top floor views from a building with our name on it
Going all the way, and I ain't gotta switch the team for it
If y'all ain't
My head spinning
All I feel is vertigo
Ion fuck with nobody (Nobody)
But you can take that personal
Ion feel like feelin
Somebody get these emotions
off like a super ghost, kamikaze attack
Hold it down for the underground
And down for the family
Step into my path, then you end up a casualty
Step out
acting bi ti Torpedo
Man's not hot
Body cool like Fanta
You can't ride my Okada
If it's not lies, then it's all true
Many people took me for a fool
Mhen i
Mm
Mmmmmmmmmm!
Mmmhmmm
Ey For your head o
They don put for sale for your head (For sale for you head)
For sale for your head o
They don put for sale
We have a big show for you tonight
Yea, Lamar J all day
My waves standing up now it's curls For the girls
Curls for the girls
Curls for the girls
My
and age who could ask for more?
The crime wave is high with mugging mysterious.
All police and detectives are furious
'cause they can't find the source
schemes and pipe dreams for a contract
Real tightly rolled fuck 'em all how I feel
I made a cool half mil before I had a record deal
Therefore you look
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
Got murked by Little T
Now you're getting murked by me
You shagged bare lads, you're a little sket
Have you heard your bars, they're fucking pep
myself and they will ask
"Where the mask had go?"
I been trapped in moat
Beneath the bridge i can't reach as i grab for rope, oh
When all this pain is
Playing other boys fine by me
This song's not Cuffed EP
Unless your cuffing's freaky
You can play me like Nintendy, Fenty, a Bentley
Buying you all these
old Nigga ain't a thing sweet
Got my mind undefined by the man or the street
So before you start talking understand me
Unless you want this deadweight
Can you be my only one? (only one)
You know these flowers also for you (oh)
Can you stay be with me? (be with me)
You know these secret also fake
Sunday, ain't nobody tripping at the beach
Nine deuce troops and what
Happened to the movement
And you drive-by shooting, nigga
What is y'all doing?
We
You know this language that we speak,
is part german , latin and part greek
Celtic and arabic all in a heap,
well amended by the people in
You know this language that we speak,
Is part German, Latin and part Greek
Celtic and Arabic all in a heap,
Well amended by the people in
You know this language that we speak
Is part German, Latin and part Greek
Celtic and Arabic all in a heap
Well-amended by the people in the street
Pity a man for he don't know
The trouble he'll pass goin' down life's road
When a man is one and twenty he thinks he knows it all
He can't see
won't get by me
I will make a call and have some niggas do you, grind me
But most likely, they behind me, I don't need to
Even make a call cause we all
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