Lyrics:
soldier since seven years old
I held real dead bodies in my arms, felt they body turn cold, oh
Why we born in the first place ff this is how we gotta go?
hold of my soul
It's like a military soldier since seven years old
I held real dead bodies in my arms
Felt their body turn cold, oh
Why we born in
hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, its halarious
They squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage's (the kids)
Niggaz Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!
[Cam'Ron]
Uhh Killa Let's Get It On
When it comes to beef, YES! indeed it get hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS
Hollywood... tell me something: have you ever met Davey Jones? or Bobby Sherman?
No.. no, I ..
I mean... David Cassady, he's so...
Jimmy Greenspoon, once I...
got me spiraling in debt
I cuffed me a real bitch, I thank God that we met
Baby I’m Jones boy, I’m just proving I’m up next, yeah
Sixteen eighteen baby
real
I pray when I marry my wife'll have one of your skillz
But mom you could never be replaced
I'd give my life up
Just to see you one more day
in pieces
Plagued by thoughts that leave me sleepless
Between me and You no secrets
Yeah Ay
No cap no lies in this business
Keeping it real in
hero dose for my inner self
Just to get by, get in sync with the rythm
Man I'm trying to stay fly, getting lost in the frequency
Staying up all fuckin,
P3
My nigga Shiest got that E.T.,
Got a nigga sleepy
Yeah
I used to coast down posts
Lookin' real nonchalant
This sale, off the Audemar
You go
get my innuendo
Jump ship
When I’m getting on my high shit
Jump ship
Mix and match and Imma try flip
Dumb shit
7 Hundrd no don’t try this
Fill my cup
gone
Tearin' down the 'jects creatin' plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy
Benjamins (That's real talk uh yeah)
Go ahead and send em in
Cause we so rich them haters sick
But ain't no medicine (Them haters sick uh yeah)
Police
Benjamins (That's real talk uh yeah)
Go ahead and send em in
Cause we so rich them haters sick
But ain't no medicine (Them haters sick uh yeah)
Police
dying industry
Like a coal miner
Mr president to simplify, that's an innuendo
By Putin, you’re being played
Like a goddamn Nintendo
Rapping here yeah you
I just put in pressure
Why compete they know I'm better
People change
Just like the weather
Coming like I'm Davey Jones
Tryna find that hidden
tour bus
Y'all hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me
A.M.O's demons are real
They telling me to quit rap
I'm telling them kiss my ass
I'm on my grind while you sleep
I'm tryna get an award
We hustle
I get gone
Baby get lost in my mix tonight
Oh, Imma rip it right
Somebody gonna make them a hit tonight
Anytime you need me I'll be right on time
I
cleaned by the Sunlight I'm like
2015 I almost died of bleeding
At the verge of death but Jesus came and caused a diversion
Lucifer tried to put a red dot
to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
Who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
doubt, agitated, I know the rhythm
I know I'm trippin' 'cause I'm not trippin'
This is not the last dance, this is bullshit, I'm not Scott Pippen
I'm
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