Lyrics:
you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
of the championship. Three all; best of seven. Here we go.
This is their eighth meeting over the past two years, with Williams winning five of their last eight
wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
to fucking Summit Hall Elementary School, bro
I mean you like ninety years older than me but it's all good
Nicky Farag stepping up in the ranks, I love you
year, all year
Aye bitch I'm up, bout my bucks
We was stuck, had enough
Midas touch, light it up
Played my hand I ain't call no bluffs
To be honest
you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
(169)
I spent my 19th birthday in the hospital
With my brother and my mum
And I know it sounds dumb but I felt like I lost it all
The pain's
these streets
Never took it home though, I left it all in these streets
Gotta do what I gotta do
I ain't promotin' no eviction notice on the door
Fuck it
a minute since you hit it,
How you hit it come on get it now
In a minute we ain’t kicked it,
How you playing games,
Like I’m all these other women you
rising the new age
Taking over it's ours, so move it
Fuck all the drama so fucking what you think
Level up on these niggas let's get it
With me the squad
keep killing my brothers and sisters, getting away with it
So I'm on the frontlines, and I ain't finna play with it
Black people in America have been
he came from these nuts
This negro come back from school
All tatted up like the Sistine Chapel
Talkin' 'bout he ain't playin' football no more
the love stories ever told by me have had sad endings,
But yeah, shit
You look different
All these other bitches
Semi-literate, insignificant
I don't need
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
new sound from the West that we
All can get with it
The Pacific to be specific
Ain't another rapper on the
Whole coast this gifted
Missed the magic,
And I'm so tired, yeah, all I need is good vibes
Shit ain't right on this side, yeah
All my niggas dying and our president be lying
I got za up
over, book his ass just cause we know he sweet
He made the list and he got touched
Ain't droppin no beef I don't care if it's one hundred years old, know
Clinton'd
You might not like it
But they've gotta hear it i
Ain't gonna massage you
With a fake truth telling you that
Hillary's goin' win over, and over
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
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