Lyrics:
the ceiling
When I'm with you I can't breathe
Boy, you do something to me
Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find
Something new that get me high
money, nigga you can't sue me
Free my niggas out, and
Got a MAC-10, man we could get groovy
Netflix man, shoot a movie
Off lean and I feel a lil
Wockhard,
Real niggas don't die
Where I'm from Social Justice
Is a known lie drive by
Wi burn your skin
Solar powered, Gun shine
What you think it's no lie!
of Guwop Gary
You know me, by my sophisticated rhyme library
Brother died at age 22, and my mum's can't walk
And so I wear my confidence, with a chain
three hundred views
I'm not the type to be jealous, but what the fuck do I do?
Just goes to show how far rapping 'bout sex and guns gets you
And it's
Tell me if you know someone that needs Jesus now
Sitting by myself, I'm just thinking
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming
Man, it's
stained up my Guess formers
Kevlar'd enormous
I hopped up outta my bed holdin' my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man
lies never defyin the jackals of babble
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the man on your head say the story
As you downplay
want to get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
Unless you looking at the canvas
the boy
Shut up the boy
Man i really gotta shut up this boy
Im making the call and im breaking the law and ill show you how to really make up a song
I be in the bank countin' guap My niggas, they sippin' on wock'
Got some guns so you better not talk Took so much drugs, man, I can't even walk
I be
I'm facin'
You can't keep it a hunnid? Bye-bye 'cause, shit, I'm Franklin
Million dollar dinner plate on the table, the shit I'm cravin'
Shit, these
do what you get told Ooh
Remember the days when it was me
Now I'm in a bulletproof limousine
Don't touch the windows can't let em see
Who behind
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
homie I'm the big dawg
You don't wanna get me ticked off
Cause I'm a let it off
Hit yo chick head knock her wig off
Gotta big gun and a big car
Drive
you fucking with a gangster, fucking with the made men
Made man, come a long way I ain't going back
Play with a gun how I play with her coochie
Black
dangerous
The way you just approached me you could gain my trust
You really a boss bitch you could hang with us
No they can't hang with us
All these other
trips and get away from this shit
I can't take this shit no more
This shit right here be fuckin' niggas like me up, you know what I'm sayin'?
I been
My nigga, do you have a gas can?
(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah
Nigga what?)
It's just been a long ass day, man
All I need is a gas can
he died
What he do
Was it his fault
They told me he was sick
Even with God sometimes you still fall
Can't say how that made me feel
Let's skip
can have their final stand
Tie them up and get them in the trunk
Let them know they can't fuck with the queen
I'm obscene a machine you can try
piercin' holes in you
You can't escape, seventy thousand kilowatts blast through your box
Grew up with alarm clocks, cars drivin', slow down the block
One
hustle was wrong
His mind was his own
But the man lived alone
Oh, superfly
You're gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don't ask no
hustle was wrong
His mind was his own
But the man lived alone
Oh, superfly
You're gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don't ask no
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