Lyrics:
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
want a nigga bad
I zig and I zag cause I got expired tags
I'm just tryin' to make it to my nephew Layzie's pad
Dippin' in the old school 6-7 rag
want a nigga bad
I zig and I zag cause I got expired tags
I'm just tryin' to make it to my nephew Layzie's pad
Dippin' in the old school 6-7 rag
ride or die, I was doing fine
Took me by surprise, when I saw your eyes (Your eyes)
Sunshine beamin' through the empty sky
(Through the empty sky)
You
folding
Weigh one thirty, but young nigga shoot that
Chopper like a soldier
I’m surrounded by some killas who
Come straight up out Magnolia
Been livin’ real
and a backbeat
Dead by 29
A generations soundtrack
Residin' in a crate
How many songs in a lifetime?
The cruel hand of fate
One blink and you've missed it
Dust is
the key is all you
But with the album about to come I might just let em all loose
See av been really holding back,funny you thought that you knew
Am slowly
This is like our second song or whatever
I'm just listening to it before I listen to the album
Why
Cuz is it from your point of view
What do you mean,
Oh man, that's beautiful music by my friend
Oh man, my man THXNK
Right there, oh my god (two seconds, think about it, bro)
J'me dis qu'la prod'
Aiming at my competition Ima let em roast
Talking all the shit because you really do the most
Nothing but a hater I could tell by what you post
plante 13 balles dans le crâne
J'crois plus en la justice (yeah), je crois en la douleur
C7 dans la souffrance que tous les humains sont égaux
Dans ce
Yea yea
Notre point commun baby i don't know
J'ai trop donner y'a plus rien à perdre
Je regarde ma ville on sait ce que c'est chaud
Le meillleur rappeur
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
Can you hear me? I'm here for just a minute
Seconds never endin an hour, go by in minutes
Seconds never endin a year, go
nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas dont
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
every second stackin'
Paper every week i'm in the field nigga
I might run up in some cleats
Was in Japan so long I
Almost learned to speak, had to leave
love, but I'll be lonely by the end of Decemeber
I'm feeling bad, but I can't talk to my dad, cause he don't care
Plus I'm missing my sister but she don't
open
I don't know how I got the gift I'm chosen
Making all these songs na I won't stop flowing
Still got big dreams big house by the ocean
Still I
by d night eh ah ah)( Shua)
I know what u bless no man fit curse am oooo ( ah ah)
I know u lift me up, no man fit bring me downnnnn
Everynite we dy
Driving through the Drive Thru I've been gone
Five minutes and seven seconds long
I see you in cherry blossom form
I've got a thing for you
Driving
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Currently on Extinction Level Event 2
Genesis Chapter 11, verses 1 through 9
Thousands of years before Christ
Tyrant Nimrod, Gilgamesh of Shinar,
.jpg/300px-30_Seconds_to_Mars,_Anfiteatro_Camerini_(2).jpg "Thirty Seconds to Mars")
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