Lyrics:
sweet and sickly
It's not easy to say
I'm going, going away
I didn't have to work to start the quest
They gave me a paper, said they'd do the rest
I
Used to want it, want it
I couldn't double back
Now I got it, I got it
The city on the map
Now they see a nigga made it, I ain't never going back
minds eye looks over my behind
G to the Y, B a Trybe
Reel 2 Reel family ties
Uh J Skrilla
GYB Reel 2 Reel
Paper View
You know the name so never leave it
Its kinda funny how you inside a magazine but
Deep down you're burning like
A thousand degrees this shit I kept so close
Hasn't been said and done
But
face she going rock my mic all night
(My miccc, All Nighhttt)
Baby it's just me and you they just wanna see us lose
But we goin do this thing real right
makes ya do it?
7 crazy months outta 365
Makes me wanna hop the lease
If I'm going on a ride
Down ya vortex
Check the fever for the flavor
Only way
Yeah nigga
You know what time it is right
It's Kap TUT time
Huh
J-Ville stand the fuck up
New Albany, Clarksville
Rep for your boy
Twenty two 'o one
walk by me on the street like I don't notice you
Hat, shades, sweats on like I ain't gone know its you
But that the shit that humbled me so you the one I
it's on my brain
While I'm thinking that she lying right on her back
You ain't going to bed
Without giving me head
Instead, throwing on Netflix
Now I'm
Holding you tight oh care for your body j33j3
Hami n3 ma deeii suorm
E be the body oh sor sor your body k3l33
E too sure for my Abena, take it odo
Carry you
it crumble
Tearing Down
Piece By Piece
Brick By Brick
Tearing Down
Piece By Piece
Brick By Brick
Can’t stop the madness
As sick fucks strive for
the day i do it right, i ain't never going down no. It's every Man for himself and it only has been. If i don't ride it myself who's going ride it for me?
Before you follow your path you probably gotta learn the ropes
Once your paradigm shifts ain’t nothing’s like it was before
Sometimes you’re going back
Original O.G.'s Gangsters
Shouts out to Buck, Fred Warr, Rod J, Tye, Troy rest in peace
We'd like to send shouts out to my niggas down the way
Cause
Original O.G.'s Gangsters
Shouts out to Buck, Fred Warr, Rod J, Tye, Troy rest in peace
We'd like to send shouts out to my niggas down the way
Cause
Up again, up again
Woke up thanking God that I'm up again
Life knocked me down but I got up again
It's a new day you know its up again
It's up again
We blow phat/fat like Helmet Lotti going down on Pavarotti
I think now would be the time to go; "Ewwww!"
If the structures we're providing aren't
fall with you
I'm like fuck 'em
I got to
It's a new sheriff in town his name is Reggie Mamoo
Ya hear?
More like Saafir
On a crawl
By watch how daddy
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
the reins in my mouth
But if I ever knew I'm free, that's all it would be about
So I point a finger, "Branding is commanding clout
That's what ties me down
So
got love for fame
Close my eyes see people screaming my name
So I picked up my pen wrote down my pain
E no easy na the reason why boys dey J
If I tell
got the Rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on
Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams
See these
you're going through
I want to be down
I want to be down with you down with you
No matter the time of day or night
It's true, I want to be down
now in
But it requires going higher
Escape to another plain
You don't have to remain where you are
You're invited higher
Higher
Higher
Higher
Come
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