Lyrics:
no car
I seem to shine like a star
They say you are what you are
Just let it be then
Just let it be
You and I cannot compete
We supposed to be a team
star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get
star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get
I hear by proclaim in the name of war
From the skies to the blood stains on the floor
I'm a soldier, my attitude is I came, I saw
I conquered what I
much did it cost?
A hundred mill' ain't a stretch for me
Packin' stadiums 'cause I'm a star
Bots can't buy box seats
If you ain't down, you an enemy
up with the claws
And grippin' with the intention of deficit
And disorder like ADD
Kinda sorta and I soda-popped
Don't mean cola, a Star War don't mean
still gettin' injured
NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!
And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
We ain't finished
Bitch
God gave me this life, and if he decides to envy and give me
I'm takin the flow of the century with me
Oh, so if you feel insane, and want a war
star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get
I stood next to my wife
In a line surrounded by hundreds of other people on our way to watch Star Wars
When suddenly I was engulfed with fear
star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get
The bloodshed and warm in
My niggers get united
Welcome to the mob got models in my arms
Shooters in the trunk cold blood in my palm
Look and see the stars
by Ben or Willis
American Express privelages, blood spillage
We got more balls then village
Star-spangled banner, soldier stand up
the crowd, take it to the grave
Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the bar
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, ready take you to war
Piss
the crowd, take it to the grave
Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the bar
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, ready take you to war
Piss
by wisdom gained
My aim was always find a way to break these prison chains
100 men banded as brothers can conquer millions
Those who aim for safety
darkened by the ashes from below
Locusts descended with tails and tormenting stings
Their wings sounded like thundering hooves rushing into war
Told
swans
I move like a king
I keep me some Pawns
I'm ready for war
The queen is my gun
Spanish Asian bitch eatin me up
100 fucking racks in a mansion
Wit
sleep one night a visitor spoke
Quoting the art of war the voice had given me hope
Broke out a sweat grab the tech, shot away to freedom
Hundreds die
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
Mmh
I don't need hook
Imma crook
Got faith
Don't go by the book
Cog
Da machine
Like gears of war
Sentence off da mention
What the hearing for
Every
Born great since birth
Torn from depths of deep Earth
Electrified by Zeus's bolts
Heart charged with Olympus volts
Find consolation in constellation
Star Wars
Ha ha ha ha ha
I'm great but I'm not the greatest
Ha ha ha ha ha
I believe I'm god but I'm not aethiest
Ha ha ha ha ha
I'm crazy but I'm
my block in a arm bar
Got his baby momma in a choke hold
My gun blows fuck niggas no homo
Ima star little nigga you a sprinkle
They want war i
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