Lyrics:
gonna keep you alive, you live through, universal
Love and respect go out to Guru
It's the gifted, his presence was so influential
Unlimited, that was
I'm suited, I'm booted, I've been hit by Cupid
I'm being recruited
I'm ready for more
I'm ready for war
Hold your position
Load up ammunition
I
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
get live, can you tell me where the spot is)
Come on and take me to that place
Where there ain't nothing but happy, happy, happy, happy
Happy
how we live
Here we are
The final track before the album
Who'd a thought that the basis would be the outcome
Strive be like pop
Pullin bars outta
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret, or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what they deserve (yeah), innocents get
Predator, rappender Avenger
Werd' vom Rothschildkreis beschtüzt, als wär ich Captain America
Louis-Sweater waisted Burberry-Vintage-Jeans
Uzis, Hecklars
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Name names
And underscore
What I live to die for
Pick up pens to write for
While the rest of these rappers
Only hope you hit the like more
Meanwhile
Elon
not tryna make hits, I'm just tryna live
And that bothers them like it bothers men
When it's more than that but I call us friends
Terrified to get hurt
Losing Natalie, Luiz, even my Corps family
Hits me in the core like Police and the traffic fees
Aghhh!
Taking my money from the album seed
Having
Nothing to feel
Nothing to live for
Putting in the minds of these rappers
That their time is limited
4 minute beats from H3 or filament
Heart darkened by
ink all over the ground like it's Splatoon
But don't ask me where the album is, I'm procrastinating
Couldn't live through that if magic made it
Doesn't
Lately, I been in a war with myself
The direction that I'm headin'
Lookin' bad for my health
Feelin' threatened, by the questions
That I'm askin' in
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
they sayin'
You gotta be playin'
Didn't you choose this for the lives
That need savin'?
Guess not let the bodies drop
Hit the floor if you can't pay more
are you going?
Tell me my hero where you're going
What do I need to end my war?
Hit me on the ground
Hit me on the ground
Hit me on the ground
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
this whole city on lock
Cause my album's hot
And I know that y'all been waitin' a while
So I'mma hit you with this Full
Metal Jackit like Private Pyle,
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