Lyrics:
yet
Makes me wanna go and spend it on a ring I guess
Been jumping guns but this music needs to spread
She know I'm a make it she know I'm here
I want my roses
Spread em down to my feet
I want my roses
While i could still see
Don't give me no praise
When I'm six foot deep
Tell a nigga you
Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box"
I box 'em all in, by a landslide
Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
I make
McGirt
Shaolin style, by the gallon
Up out of the ceiling
I'm kicking like shaolin
That nigga don't want it
With curry no chicken
I'm washin' bitches, Call
We getting to the bread by the loaf
We tied in fuck the feds that's the oath
No jams but its a nice spread on royal oats
Bake then I shake break it
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to shine
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin'
is fast, let's sign a new petition
Bring out the lies and let the rumor spread
(Let's manifest the only truth)
Break down the door and put the past
game
Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in the morning don't even
seek
I’d bring you truth by any means
Take you to your rooots
Through out it’s green
Well I’m so sick
I’m serving pills
(Yeah yeah)
Lovers for tonight
Wishin' you were by my side
Fading dreams grow cold as ice
It's a rough road, this daily life
And it don't lead back to paradise
Just one more try,
playing hop scotch
She used to sit out eating candy on the green box
She had a brother named Terrell
He got shot by the cops
She got a sister name Lanelle
(ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You want to hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me cause I'm close
(ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You want to hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me cause I'm close
call Tyrone
Hit the road Jack
Don't come back I do it on my own
Not gonna get a record deal by giving niggas done
Won't taste it lick it spread it
Fuck
There's three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is
Let's cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats
Let's cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
Desafinado when your heart belongs to me completely
Then you won't be slightly out of tune, you'll sing along with me!
Music by Antonio Carlos Jobim
With
Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful
Talk cheap
the time to spread the truth
I use the recording booth
Go and show the world what you can do
'Cause God believes in you
Don't give up
Keep pushing through
the time to spread the truth
I use the recording booth
Go and show the world what you can do
'cause God believes in you
Don't give up
Keep pushing through
to the views we see overseas,
I always knew it was coming just had to keep my faith
And when my faith ran out I had to keep my strength
Cause work don't go
(ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You wanna hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me cause I'm close
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