Lyrics:
line, I rode a bicycle over the tightrope
Not even a hydro dam match my flow man
Rappers going broke like it's my fault, damn
I go ham, emit voltage, amps
the dimension of the crew SoleSides
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
you by 5th date
I'm the reason why yo face would always smile too
I know I've done wrong but I'm still a good guy
Baby we got stories that would make
I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry
Where did the time go, where did the time go
Is this all my fault, is this all my fault
I've been crossing that line slow, I've been crossing that line
Back at 13 I can recall
Being young and dumb wasn't our fault
Time really flying right by
I remember back in middle school bumping Logic's old songs
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
nobody gon' buy you like
That P-Miller clothing line
Or an album from No Limit
This is no gimmick
When I spit it's so prolific
I ain't worried about these
Yeah, your fault.
You are such a hoser.
There's no way I'll ever do another record with you hoser.
Okay, that's fine! I'll do a solo album.
Fine
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken for real, my fault we takin' in back
[DJ Khaled]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City
man, I never did one crime
But none of my brothers could caption that line
At all, kill me, that's talent God wasted
Instant noodles, Sriracha, I
mind
With the grind at a time
So intense every line
Vibes all live
Relapsing with time
With the track make design
Drop science on the dime
Reset rewind,
up
But I've been at it patience getting thinner
Brother man look
We're not on the same page if you do it by the book
And don't be acting fishy if we
Mohammed blowing on a doobie like Marley
Babangida wasn't the father of the house
Let's assemble them to answer for they sins
This shit been like this since,
life
You gotta pass up, hunnid racks
Jot a couple rand, just to prove myself
Haters on the line, wanna break a jaw
Preparing on the circle, but I decided
patience
Track after track this one
Might be the greatest
Cookin the craft making
Cheese from the basement
The Album jus dropped they still
Probly won't play
sign, he's different from all kinds
Rock you all of the time, just form a single line
A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self
A first-grade topic,
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka
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