Lyrics:
like? I don't know
To live again bruv? maybe know
That a hundred a thousand is possible if there is enough space
Prophecy mix with fantasy yall are dumb
singing, shit is sweet, well here's a clue (hmm)
Every note that I done hit, I bet my Nina hit it too
We can ride out duo, six of them got parked by only two
to suppress, not to set things right.
Where’s the relief for dads under this strain?
Chains of injustice, a systemic stain.
Verse 2:
Listen close to the stories
on
the floor gettin ready for the party tonight through it up if your down
to roll
Verse 1
Come on come on lets do it again 2 double o 1 dropin it nbk with
gritty)
I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four hours to live
And I'll swell with a baked beans outta Boston
Proceed with caution, I'm about to wig
in the mix
They thought things would get better now they stressed forever
They last vision was image of a blood-soaked sweater
[Chorus 4X]
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
Verse 2:
It's just the way it's gon' be till I die
This gangsta life, who ride throw up sets
It's for the evil mind,
Living our lives sayin' he's
there
Anybody that know me know I love when it go there
Dawg, and yeah that's wassup
Four dimes, all mine nigga that's wassup
Yeah, wifey want to curse me
kinda hot, holusinate and see 1
See 2 girls by the hallway, all day
Staring at my grill, these females want to play
Girls dim the lights and dance 'til
here trynna get mines
Livin day by day in the episode of hood times
[Chorus 2X]
[Hook 2X]
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
grill
Ya know what I'm saying?
Listen
By the age of aquarius
My mind state was gugarious
Various opponents whose stature was hilarious
Like you
Throwing
you tipping and drawing
Fat shit gang we gon put that shit on ya
Niggas bluffing we pushing up on them
I'm still catching hits at like four in
died tryin to live better
Did what you had to do and now you deceased
I hope you livin in peace don't even stress that beef
Go head and sleep count
look at my money, like it's not mitunkne yeah yeah
Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules
If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, might be ten
to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six
Hook
It’s the big time bby
Doin it big
Over spending that’s how we do
Big spending bby
enjoying our lives going out
doing wat we want
Mingling
famous
I also thank u for the rumor so there goes my patience
This fuckin beef is like a battle between the two nations
Killshot was just a fuckin jam but
Fisha
(7 6 5 4 3 2 1)
(Yo Fishaman)
Kingdom
Phos life
Thug life
Lighthouse
Yea Mon'
Reporting live the top general
Came thru fi infiltrate ya
(YEAH!)
(WOAH!)
(Blastoff in 5... 4... 3... 2)
Man the days went by so fast
Not a family man
Feeling like the king of the west
Gotta town to rep
midas with the gold
Bet I'm gonna grind like my soul got sold
Live 2 decades but I'm never gettin old
Venom I be spittin
Flows they be rippin
Can do it
at
I slowed the rhymes down
When you hear it
You can meditate
See life's a choice
I choose live
Like life's too short to wait
I'm on some other
I'm Lebron was to Cleveland
Words building bonds they start believing
In they selves see they dreams and get to reaching
Like the x button in 2k
Did I
I'm dead then I'm blazin'
Cut the sun and let the day in
Another day to say "fuck you"
Another day with the rough crew
The tough two
4bidden cus we too
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