Lyrics:
I've been gone for a min now
Like a second how you wonder
Smoking on shit that's loud as thunder
Spark that tree like it's lightning
This flow too
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Last call
Y'all made it to the end of the album and shit
It's a dreamer's reality right
I let you in my life
Let me in yours for a moment
Just
Always knew I had a gift
I would battle at the school
Pops laced me with the music
I had albums by the spool
This when rapping wasn't cool
It was frowned
gambling that’s just how I’m living
Shh
On the phone with Larry Jackson trying to change this culture that we come from
Our babies dying too young
They
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
Chilling by the palm trees long bread come with tall cheese
Being a boss come with small fees
It ain't a crime unless the law sees
I got hating niggas that
(MIA JAY C)
What up, Skilla?
You cut up on this bitch, JAY C
You cut up on this one, JAY C
White boy'll pull up sharpshootin' like I'm Larry
album do końca został wysłuchany
Nigdy nie robię niczego dla like'ów
Jedynie dla hajsu, spokoju I mamy
Tylko że nie chcę się znaleźć pod ścianą
I
bochen, temu dam na wódę, uh
Bo nie oceniam nikogo i nie lubię być oceniany (woah)
Ziomki z Interii pisały recenzję, nim album do końca został wysłuchany
punches
Like a knuckle narcotic
I heard the gun click right before
I seen the sparks spit
The bullet ricocheted i’m like, "Damn
This is a knock home" (Oh
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
what do you mean no? Hey I?ll drive?
(crash) alright maybe I won?t drive.
Words & Music by: Larry Weir Publisher: St. Cecilia Music/BMI
a beat by the pound
Nigga you just an ounce
Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga
Tryna get a glimpse of the life
Yo my life is like sorta like
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
secret
Got a little time I could spend with you
And she said she felt the spark like I'm Pikachu
Put it all on red, 'cause I'm down to lose
But I feel real
already know, Gimme the lighter; we can spark it up one time, No Desiigner; panda drip when I thrift mine, Black and white; Imma keep it simple, You know I
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
passion
Every ghetto needs a Thugs Mansion
A place where death doesn't reside, jus' thugz who collide
Not to start beef but to spark trees, no cops rollin'
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
it ever was
Back to school parade
Them gunshots beat to a different drum
It ain't safe up at the bud
We not saved by mamas hug
The kids stop playin
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