Lyrics:
they naming by Xavier
Kiss on the cheek tell em’ thanks for the favor
Run it back run it back
Run it back run it back
Run it back run it back run it
a dream that I made the opps bleed
I left a goofy dead at the scene, I mean it was vividly
Ask God why did my big bro leave
Why we gotta duck when we see
By the time somebody loves me
I'll have forgotten how to care
I'm a monster, you're a goner
Between us there's no hope there
But i'm talking in my
with that bank Call me big boss If you not tryna pay the fee u get no sauce I don’t wanna hear your story I’m deaf If you not tryna get with the plan you
waitin' out our loan
But no big armed patrol will stop me when I get to my crystal palace by and by
And it'll be my way or the highway
Gettin' to my
Watch me groove, Imma sing my blues
Ghetto in the way I talk
My auntie still give the God the glory
Shot by the book depository
Never heard one
I had a 49 Merc that I chopped myself
A chip on my shoulder and a story to tell
I was three years clean and I just woke up
So I sold all my shit
grew up on the Eastside
Had family on the Southside and burbs, he lived three lives
He shy but charismatic, read stories in his free time
He had love
paper destiny
I am running my fingers down your spine
Rung by rung, tell me everything
You give up, you give up
Learning to accept- good recipe
For
stories was true
Well the water was cold and the beer was hot
Called my baby from the parkin lot, I said
"Baby, do you miss me?" "honey, you know that I
Or I be forced to bring more noise than the Beats By The Pound
I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk
And say ya heard me, every time that I
on, in hell holdin hands with Jeffrey Dahmer
Yo, let me make this clear - I ain't the baddest rapper out there
but I'ma take his place until he get
whenever I stop down the drive by
I am a dramatic, most static addict, a rehab with automatic
doubt me now I made it, phinally phamouse bout to let you
away from this cops they finally cross me out of luck
the same story
every day only of guts glory
It's part of yo struggle if it you ain't got shit
pateintly
Big up the lovin that hold me down
Them no try and come after me in this underground
Whom god bless let no man curse
The first will be
(The moral of that story is
Don't mess around and get yo ass stomped)
[ The Godfather Rock ]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah)
Boo-Yaa funkin it up
her coffee
And she buys the finest red wines
Tells me stories of old glories
And I just listen all night
She don't need me she don't keep me
She just
but you're bumpin' me now!
Amalgam for the future revolution like Mao.
You're right when I grab the mike, I do what I like,
I sit with a pen by
J-DAMS, bring mayhem
Hold up, god damn, it's just a party
Dirty red carpet and you walk by me wobbly
Obviously, oblivious, frontin' snobby
Heat
the way.
It was huge and looked fierce even when dead.
Now,
I am going to show you
what our teacher has taught me alone.
How to bring Life back into
that I know
{Si Wul med Vi}
A maid dresses me in starlight, I’m led by the guard
To the princess in splendour on a throne
There's new adventures every
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la
Sit in a room so little, no one around, there is only me
And I'm recalling of what being by you used
sea like Finding Dory
Got the brown bag with the natty fourty
Beggin for change what a sad story
Dirty hands, rips in my dungarees
People drivin by
lovin' my story
Not in the same category
Got a plan for life ain't boring
Baddie curly hair look foreign
Making big moves, fuck is you doin'?
Can't fumble
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