Lyrics:
got by
With dreams of kicking court-side
With a ride or die that's my girl
Introduce you to my world that's hostile
Show you how we did it
When we was
don't matter here
The city need hope
I'm with your first lady in the presidential
Suite I should get everybody vote
The shit that I find a joke
A bum
Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like
the strap like Matrix
Now you looking all scared
Cause you live off ace
Move into a group home bum off placement
Riding better i don't know who's shaming
Fuck
Oowee
Oowee
Yeah, uh
Four honey buns in that red Goyard
Jewelry one of none, the money come, I'ma go on
Never was a bum, the summer come, I'ma show
Hopefully I get there today soon
Been by myself when you shoot the news
Like you brought the 2-3 introduce me
To your lil partner she poppin too
Bacon
from beyond my cornbread made by Jiffy and we don't do Krusteaz
(?) gang them swishers and them mouths you keep away from me
We full of lean shout out
I said, "you lookin' like you came by yourself"
I see you in the Killer Reese is there anyone else
Like myself
You know that I'm the headliner
agenda
Name found by the G.O.A.T.S, that's what shooting get ya
Do the rhythm like I'm talking with a llama
Sparring outta Sparta, the heart of Eric
lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysis when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin' like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used
hand
I remember chuggin' Busch and I'd keep the can
Houston bum, all I had was a stupid gun
And 7 black trash bags of aluminum
In the club I be tryna
lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysis when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin' like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used
think about me
'cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my earlobe
and I ain't
Long arm, that's me,
Strong supporter of law and order
Along the border.
Some of these bums should be drawn and quartered,
As far as I'm
lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysis when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin' like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used
outta there with a grin
Met a bum with a mansion that invited me in
Then we politiced about politics
He mentioned def jam but I ain't acknowledge it
I
narozeniny
Tak teda všechno nejlepší
A ne že se to nezlepší
Ty ať máš všechno takový jaký bys chtěl
A kolem lidi normální
A starosti jen banální
No prostě
bums' dein' Arsch sofort
Jeder wär' gerne so wie er, Kool S
Rap's Pavarotti besser auch bekannt als
(Orchestrator)
Denn ich geb' den Ton an, Ton an, Ton
lazy horses in my cart
I've come here to get high, to do more than just get by
I've come to test the timbre of my heart
I've come to test the timbre
and stumblin' off six 40s
By the time I see my homie, ABK, up at the party
Chillin' with seven hoes and they sell toes
Or they dream about sex and those in
the isolated ones
We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun
Bel Air mannequin's too good for me
It walked by as if I was a bum kicking
My can across
on the floor
Head in the sky, hand on a panhandle a bum begging for more
Someone peg him as old, a stegosaurus oppose
My gumball's big and bold no regular so
turned 18, she calls me baby
'Cause she's been waitin' all night to rape me
Here I come rubbin' on your girl's clit and on her bum
Oops, look what I
black people, eat too much grease
'cause every diner in New York, is controlled by Greeks
Until my sons bust guns, like Paul Rover's son
Political rebel,
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