Lyrics:
niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin'
One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by
Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high
One,
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Live from NYC it's Q.B
The heavy weight champ female emcee
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Live from NYC it's Q.B
The heavy weight champ female emcee
always love you
I'll never put myself below you or above you, it's
Ride or die till the end of the fight
You know I'll always be by your side
That's right
can't read between these lines, check my vital signs, I think I might've died
I know that I've been distant for some time
I know that my vision is not
dinosaur that speaks of love, a black man that speaks of blood
which one is keeping it real, son?
who manufactured your steel, son?
hardcore, ancient
math to quantify you
In 2005, you saved lives by the Bayou
I know you in the mouth of the spouse singing, "I do"
The most vital is how I describe you
me life through my momma
When it's your time
Remember death will be a comma
Your love is so true
Your love is so right
Fighting by my side
You are my
virtually love is what you're sending through
To show even when he's out he's into you
But this zoom, it ain't a interview
Turn up the music and dance is what
the midst of countless rebirths
Raised by chaos in love with heaven's rage
A touch uncovered ruthless chains deranged
Hostilities reign supreme
In light
wrong
Haven't felt like this in a little while
Tell it by your smile, you's a pretty little liar
Tell it by your style, you's a little bit of wild
every move I make is vital
Crucial, official, brothers sayin "L we miss you"
Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques
While you're bawlin' in
There's a lot of people out here, who just don't know
What plays a factor in movin' heads and toes
It be them hits bangin' out of them stereo
family with my pen, it's so real what I write
We fight, fuck, get buckwild
Kill, chill, make love, have child
Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block
Build,
ride)
Ladi dadi
Ouu ouuu (Ride ride)
Ride ride love
We too grown for games, too young for titles
Too grown to play but context is vital
Give it
to love weed, and well
I still love it!
Freak ex-geek no powder puff pipsqueek
No rough speak with scuffed sneaks
Yeah it's me
Just an emcee in a dirty
you make a Dollar
When I look inside the mirror
All I see is a man
Who follow ____ with the grip of the hand
He gets the glory and I only get it through
floor
Wood plowin' a few more doors
Fingers don't slow by the whole
Roll, run it by decimal
Test shows while tentacles all got a hold
Suction down my toes
graduating high school
Feel like I've been killing myself
Not feeling myself
Someone better check my vitals
It is vital I'm not idle
For too long
Don't
at home with writer's block
But there's not an emcee as eloquent as me
Let me get that clear
And my accountant said, I can make a million and not make
Keep your eyes open
Watch and learn
Listen to what I’ve spoken
If not you’ll burn
Stay in it coz you love it
Do not return into a money making puppet
the one to emcee
I've traveled the world quarters on my relationships
Used and abused by hoes so my royalty stubs
But above all
I brought my daughter
today
Don't know which car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me 200 grand
And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
I've got
I am my own worst enemy, and it seems as time is passing by
I look into the sky and I start to understand why
Nothings ever permanent, life's a waste
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