Lyrics:
Trap boys, we got all the stuff, for the gang, let it buss
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
we get down
We're just gonna party-arty-arty all right
You can't tell us shit now
I just got a call so what's the move tonight (Follow me)
If you
turning sour
All of them beefing in this game that's cause they keep on cloning
I was weeping in these chains look at me now I'm glowing
They've been
Come on!
You gotta get up pretty early in the morning
Babe
If you think you can just up and out-slick me
Cause I've been fooled by the best
BS-ed by
of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got
you're doing
(You're too late)
Don't dwell on that, you can still act now
(Save Us All)
Change is needed! Now! DO IT!
(You're too late)
No-one here will
rhyme
A heart full of sadness and dark sunken nights
He told me, they've cheated, he told me they stole
The strength from his youth and the songs from
of concrete, slate, or sheets of rock
Walls, walls, walls, walls
Berlin was communist, separated the capitalist part of it
Walls, walls, walls, walls
The thing I
me the way, someone please stay
It might be a different shape
or a new way
Wave down!
By now
I can create more indipendent thoughts and I walk with
Yeah, yeah you're doing the right thing sticking it out
You're going to make it, I promise
But for the next few minutes, you give up your pain to me
comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad,
a ride in Thailand. Sources said that it was because of a breakdown in communicating. Oh lord, the boat was towed into Thai waters by a German freighter
cause she thinking I made it
Need me a big ass crib that's gated
She blowin' my high, I told her she got it
Smokin' that Za got me nodding
Smokin' that
They've always been saying I'm not good enough
Well just look where I'm standing man
I got the game in my hands, I'm walking on water
And it's just
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
it is, nigga?)
But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80's (that's right)
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me
me now
I gotta pave my own road somehow
The songs earlier made you look
Now this the song that got you shook
Told yall earlier the boy ain't no rook
the setting, let me set it for you
Y'all was talking in the crib and you was stalling him
Why I hear your voice up on his songs, why you calling him
Why you
working it
I'm watching you, you're twerking it
I'm trying get you out of this club
And get you off in my bed
(Ohh, oh-oh) Go 'head, yeah
Now let me
that the gods don't judge us
even with a bad hand
I got a long reach
keeping it pushing
for my peers
I make the songs preach
in resonance with those
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're
Holding on to the here and the now
Couldn't be thrown to wolves cuz they've got the Holy Ghost in the way they howl
Wouldn't you know it could be so very
of demons and spawns
I got kennels full of killers
And some three headed dogs
I'm quoting Yoda while doing yoga, I'm woke
I'm a God i got cobra venom pumping
comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're
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