Lyrics:
and got you slippin'
Another victim, don't know what's hit them through his spinal
Just another man who defeated by survival
That's your biggest rival,
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just coolin
this is precision
I hopped on this instrumental just to kill it man
That sensual braille flow you gotta feel it man
As a kid I had to make grown up
the chatter you ain't runnin' shit bitty'
A marathons the only way you runnin' this city
A fuckin' soulless kid
You can't control this kid
Mum would link with
good brother gone niggas should be ashamed
It ain't worth killin' niggas over no watch and chain (it ain't)
They caught the kid who did it, that nigga
ghost writin’ my bars
Bromance in advance your given chance to my heart
I'm on tour, PGA
You've been a birdie by my side from our beginning days
Acronym
rhyme readily heavily influenced by all I've ever seen
It's my medicine remedy
And if you ever seen me live at a show
You will know I use pure energy
to day
You ain’t seen the bitter future for our kids okay?
See my story ain’t a fun one but I tell the truth
Fifteen with a dream and it ain’t in the booth
instrumentals heavenly
A'int no motherfucker better than me
Lyrically infinite haters all up on the internet sucking dick asking to get one for free
Cus they know
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
on a diffy note
Quest for the future 'stead of the fame
One ninety-one brothers grabbing they thingies
Forgot the name, oh, equivalent to Jimmy
on a diffy note
Quest for the future 'stead of the fame
One ninety-one brothers grabbing they thingies
Forgot the name, oh, equivalent to Jimmy
Chasing Dreams
Written & Performed by Derrell
To kick things off
I just gotta give a quick shoutout to my FLIGHT Fam
And everybody that's down
yea
I'm proud of you yea
I'm proud of you yea!
(Sick Instrumental Outro by Zhao)
to cut the noose
But you don't believe in scissors
You support the troops by
Wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home our motherfuckin'
Brothers and sisters
been listening to nursery rhymes
And phonics, I was studying ebonics
Taught by the greatest Big L
Who taught me that criminal slang
Coming straight from
feeling
As the world been burning
This one for my brother cause I know that he been hurting
I know that feeling you got lingering and lurking
I wanna help
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be
bus
Take me back to that place where my raving begun
Chased by a bum, your face feeling sunk
Find yourself out on the pavement, no one
But you wobbling
named Baby Doll
She got four baby daddies, four kids by four different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when
Guess they never took a peep at the cash that I stash in my mattress
I get bread, fat chicks
City on my back, Atlas
Another beat killed by my pencil
Say
candy
Stole my brother's headphones daily
Went to school
With Skullcandys
Taylor Swift, R-E-D
Kendrick, good kid, m.A.A.d city
Study audiology if you
our future with our kids in it
Every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya
Soon we'll be rappin for Saudi Arabia
Dear Mr. President
The world
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