Lyrics:
Walking down the street I'm a real gone cat
Snapping my fingers like a train on a track
Shaking a leg skipping a step
Singing a song running through
it. they cant
I love rapping, its so easy,
In Toronto, but I hail from BC
Vancouver is my town
fresher than the city that im putting it down
bounce,
taking trips maybe skip town
Love when you make them sounds when I shoot rounds
Know my bitch gone shoot too watch us get it in
Come and count with a nigga
Making up the rules, inventing new tools every day.
This fallen angel's only trying to cope, and dares to hope that I've found love.
Everybody tumbles,
Southside on the track, yeah
I think bout them days when
I was like dead broke
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
nights I turned upside-down in my camera
Sleepin' just to get a little pause from all this noise
Up in my temple, close my eyes, pretend I'm
see them agents can't hold me
E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe
Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops gon' march
From the south
them agents can't hold me
E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe
Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops gon march
From the South
thoed you know me, see them agents can't hold me
E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe
Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops gon march
From
finna scoop a baby G and real nigga
This game a nigga got a put yo hoes on my track have
hoes sellin top and bottom
That mouf and that cat bitch
The bookie his dad dealt with when he’d go to the tracks always gave him the eye when they would see each other there. He wanted to knock his jaw
Sips on ya drink puffs on ya mary jane
Lots of lovin this time bringing no pain
Girls they love when a homie use his brain
Relax let your conscience be
station,
On this empty track.
I'm half poverty,
Half oysters,
No morals,
Tarnished laurels,
Going nowhere fast.
You don't get smoke without a fire,
doing things together
This isn't reality
*Chorus*
No body knows ya
But I've got to fight
Something about ya
Plays in my mind
What's your name?
Been
a whistle|You won't ever hear a sound|By the time the heartache hits you|She's already out of town|This may be your only warning|I've been down that track
[Host:]
Tonight I'm standing on highway 666
Running pretends like the Cortez shipwreck
[Mr. Lil One]
Stimulated by the slow track, I think I
and pray
I know these sky’s will clear one day (Clear one day)
I told myself that it’s all fine
Hours go by i lose track of time
Wish I could go and show you
The views expressed on this track are not
Directly those of Lowkey or Logic
Were just drawing attention to the
Lifestyles that some people lead
My
diamonds
I love that shit
Bad bitch, bad bitch, fucked a new bad bitch
Every night in new states, still
Keep a wifey and shit, ayy
This just my life,
millimeter
Now you dead
Country ass beat
Man, where you get this from
You already know I be strumming the washburn
Record a couple tracks
Put a snare in behind
a few that be showing me love the rest be complacent
Expecting a placement in the game to be the best in the nation
Many days that I never slept
Breaking
you here if you don't put 50 in
No Romeo, No Juliet, straight pimping yeah
You can hate the game or love it, still on top of this
Past behind me I'm
cuz it made me feel
Like somebody got love for the boi fareal
I can do this myself I don't wont a deal
Don't need nobody else I don't wonna chill
And I
a spark
Lit me up and left for dark
Just a spark
Fresh outta cash
We got faded by the tracks, darling
You took me by the hand and shut my eyes
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