Lyrics:
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
today's doe money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
the town
Welcome back to one on one fight with no grounds
Bein' fired fat boy signing session in tower
Run DMC, Houdini my first rap album
Brush
was raised by the trenches
Grew up with niggas who slung it to bring them ends in
Them same niggas did some time off in prison
For the shit that's now
Move, we don't lose
Second place ain't my groove
Play to win even if I played the fool
How could I break 'em, I made the rules
Got tools, big fish,
And very long story short after producing these songs and with the album in hand, just like I did with the Kickstarter. I emailed hundreds of radio
Me God
" and he decided to
Blend elements of two tracks
Shooting the video at
Chatham Dockyard, with West donning
A vintage T-shirt
Acne Jeans and his
a week the whole album gon pop like
SV standing in the spotlight
You're not liked
Cause you're not like Supa
I'm a Viln in my own right
Magnito with
album coming, gotta put it out
You pillow talking, gotta cut it out
I'm running shit, better check it out like
Hit that groove on the beat (Uh)
Haters go
* this is a song she performs in concert and which will be on a live album
Erykah- "Lets see how ya'll groove to this"
"Alright"
I'm gettin'
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
tales.
The cat is walkin' in the sun.
All the pebbles I have seen,
Precious stones for Colleen.
Every minute I pass through
With the grooves spent with
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
on her shirt
Had to have it with a hot seven-up bottle or you went up the
Wall?
Oh! howie...
What's the deal, mama?
Howie, all that's true, howie
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
like it used to be
When it was an old back road with an old school beat
Cowboy boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
shirt that I got for free
My baby do Equestrian on top of me
Before anything I just need to breathe
Deeper than the ocean now I flow with ease
My baby do
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
RELENTLESS!
Album done, so now It’s a Wrap!
Another genre that takes me back
Bear with my accent, I have no choice
Wish I could sound like Melle Mel,
Sitting on the Jeep
Listening to Yeek
Watching the sunset just as it peaks
T-shirt weather, I ain't worried about the heat
With my phone plugged in,
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
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