Lyrics:
like a 3 pt contest
But I don’t compete these niggas
N Ian walking round with teflon vest
Cause I’m da one pulling da triggers
How I get money
the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,
told you twice before but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by
on the)
Four by the window
Three in the shadow
Two only but
You're my one only bottle on the...
Seven in the cafe
Six in the alley
Five by
easy, just look it up on the pc
News drown your thoughts when your watching the tv
Fumes on my lungs when I inhale the pt
Fuck now our kids got three
I'm with a bust down
Swear I need a Super Bowl ring, when I touchdown
Said I need a PT of that wocky when I come around
Stand up nigga, watch I make you
sample size
I plan to do way more
60 pts at halftime
I remember when I started
A soul wouldn't listen
My words been potent
I had to fix the diction
another 40 piece with 3 buckets assisted
(Ayyyeee)
My agent hit me before the game was finished
Explaining simply how I'm steadily gaining the interest
Longing to hold
Held in the shadows
Scared and alone
Hungry for hope
I need a miracle
I, I, I
Oh I need a miracle
I, I, I
Oh I
when I do, it's VP
Go'n pop it for me, go'n pop it for me
Go'n pop it for D, go'n pop it for me
She ain't pop it for weeks
Caught her by a glance,
And you are surrounded, oh
One by one, in a line
Two by two, side by side
Three by three, in your sight
In your head, in your mind
Four by four from
becomes Shadow Thief
Silent assassin clothed in black,
I can see his next attack
A dozen men have all gathered round
One by one they hit the ground
Shadow
step Out line
My shawty by my side the way I Like it
But my fist might do some talkin To their eyelids
I’m a
Done up
One up
Light skinned
Brotha
Mom
man just because
I remember I was 13 got my Sidekick 3 jacked by crips not bloods
Don't matter where you at
Carson, Compton, Long Beach, shit name yo
Shadow settle on the place that you left
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Beatmaker on nexus FL Studio twelve
I don't trust nobody Not even her
recipe
No taste left for those peasantry
They still can't move mountains in his name
The Great Recession by the evils ones
Led to The Great Depression,
Are
'll be by your side
Until the volume dies
Bring down the walls
Summonin' the sulfur to improve 'n' prove 'em all
Wrong nevermore
Our shadows will be
by law
Luck of draw when I went to court
Judge didn't believe so he slammed the door
Oi sorry weren't sorry should've went colly
I was out here chasing
& got caught, started to talk
Soon as the D's showed the gun.
3 Bodies in the lobby,
All laid up,
Nikkas already know- Streets gonna talk,
So it's p/t
on the car seat
Six by the back street
Five on the concrete (How many bottles on the...)
Four by the window
Three in the shadow
Two only but
You're my one only
nights lights
I've been on the road like a road-runner
I don't even own a pair of kicks but I'm so stunning
Three strikes and I do the dash like wifey
to a game that I don't play
Got me boxing by my demons, now I'm drowning in the wake
So I set aside the pace at which
I'm moving, time to ride a smoother
One, two, three...
BILLY the Mountain
BILLY the Mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
grips
Now I mend 'em with bars and fine prints
Devastated by the lack of elevation
You been praying, I been chasing Pray for me
Pray for me when I
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