Lyrics:
since "H to the Izzo"
That's when my man Biddle stopped by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like Skittles
One for ten, fifteen for
loud except in vain
cs the devil smiles at our children while they play
God forbid we pray
Verse
He's a soldier, son, husband, dad
He went to war
three rings
That's Bron Bron, we up one
Bad bitch she a savage
Take her to the mall and buy her something
That's gonna wanna make your friends come
even drown but I can still make sounds
Still make beats
Make happy feets
I'm just tryna get a bag and I'm fly like some keese
I'm still ten toes down,
level, i level the vibes x3
Everytime i devil up they cant get a level up.
Blessings by the boat load, thank God I aint broke bro
Grind hard for the fam
7, 8, 9
10
All right everybody
Now let's count down
10, 9, 8
7, 6, 5
4, 3, 2
1
Oh my
This is swell
You can count
It's Mickey's countdown
lights
It's just a wednesay, its just Tuesday
That's the way we roll
Rec 363 Pamela 24 lines
Met a tall beauty name Pamela 10
In
We still bosses
They ount know
Hey
We still bosses
Look
I took losses all my life just trying to win
They say death come in three's
Sometimes that
Riding round with three five in my lap
Struggling to roll and drive, i
Might relapse
Heavy thats my eyes
I'm not coming back
Meet the devil other
money to speed up the race
Just to make sure my bro had a start
I know I know just sixteen and I still talk grown
Mature by yourself when you're stuck all
They call me the man but bitch i'm the devil
Can't none of y'all even get on my level
Dig up yo grave and I hide the shovel
You should kno better
lackin
Get the Mac-10, huh
I’m the captain, and I’m rappin
And I’m trappin, and I’m trappin
Uh, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on my neck
Look at my wrist so
long that my feet are numb
React to only what I feel including beaten drums
I know too many outside folks who wanna be with us
Say Beetlejuice three
under the table.
Don't make me peel your potato,
Don't make the devil your neighbor.
I might not be nothing to you,
But I'm the shit on this label!
under the table.
Don't make me peel your potato,
Don't make the devil your neighbor.
I might not be nothing to you,
But I'm the shit on this label!
in the tall building without any windows
And I wear a headset and I'm getting by and
Don't you ever know what it takes to run a business sir
Don't you
the 5, by King Sun with the Sword
(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)
(We got it goin on)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?)
Check the forecast, it's Wavy Q, I should make the news
My
Kids of immigrants who had to get it had to make it out the motherland
Know the devil playing underhand
Know the ops is looking over shoulders since
The sun will rise from here
Then I'll be ten feet tall
And you'll be nothing at all
Sonic reducer, ain't no loser
Sonic reducer, sonic reducer
Sonic
one
Chuck D & Flavor Flav terminator X
The Security of the First World in your face
Right versus wrong, good versus evil
God versus the Devil what side
three
You would know I don't ever take it easy
Getting dissed by me is no little breeze
I summon a storm pick you off your feet
Today I'm reclaiming
wit my stick
All guns fuck a fist
We ain't ducking no Action
Hell Na we ain't forget
Murder murder kill kill
Do a drill lips sealed
Mask up by your
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