Lyrics:
Cant make a move
Thoughts moving round my roof
Punch so hard
Might crack a tooth
Lose so much
When wins come through
End one story
Here comes two
us two and the rest of you
Just a pile of high lowlifes scattered pulpit to pew
Maybe you're tempted by the neon hues, but I was never really amused
cause it was at his hands
That her hands
Had held tears
Said my bad
Went right back to the darkness...
(Chorus) (Enter One sample)
After a storm
I want
Heroes Amongst Men
Hand me any mic but have your army manned cause
You know I go HAM
Heroes Amongst Men
High As A Mountain while I'm flying by the fans
I'm down by law
Dangerous
Life gave me nothing free, but my ugly
Ass mug and a couple of fat nuts to squeeze
Dick dangling down in my dungarees
Welcome to my mind
A world ravaged by hate and trusted lies
There's silence out so come inside
Every sound I make is a fucking knife
You're not ready
never heard
The message never flows
Too bad im in my zone
Wait lemme do one real quick for the dons
Love is war one
Love is war two
Can't see a flower
waking hours? That I refuse
Spitting game, take in glory, like my toothpaste by Microsoft
After two in the morning, and I feel guilty for signing off
the device, turnin' grown men into mice (yeah)
I can flip funk back and forth, forth and back
Ride more super rhymes against the track, tell 'em Mack (tell
what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60
a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
plays the background, I pull my baseball caps down
I hide the tracks of my tears from rapping peers
I finally got on and soon he wasn't a moment to
I lose
Ridin , slidin , two and a half men , Just me broski with a kay sittin
Street fighter round ya set when we spin the benz
Hop out on ya block poppin
a bottle of white then
Got straight to business like two corporate white men
The food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually
3-2-1 then the tracks took off
alot of you niggas be rappin' like the migos
Get one little hit and then you fall off
I'm the type of nigga that could
to let you in
In my dreams I'm finally free
Catching out with ol' Woody
Phoenix to Boston and back again
Ride these rails til the track ends
Just two men
of life to let you know what I've been through
Joys to blues, sober to 2 sheets to the wind
Been neglecting my pen something I won't do again uh
If I can
I drown in all of my sorrows
Give me a gun imma tear down these hollows
Niggas calling you a prom queen
They're tryna keep me out the VIP
If you
confusin', I'm losin' my brain in this music
Who the fuck is stupid enough to produce a track by a rapper with no talent
Who has no room for improvement
It's
Tryna get a pound by the next day
Sitting in the hills like a sensei (I’m high as hell)
I kaffa like two (Two wait eh)
Brazil and a Spanish they be cool
you ready to be called a dad tho
Back to back imma slaughter up the track
Put the chopper to my heart load the ratchet send it back
I fucking Open up my
to leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my family my music
Might co-write
to leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my family my music
Might co-write
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