Lyrics:
need all that-all that
Dough homie fall back, Homie never show that
Funny money Borat, leave him like my door mat
Flat on the ground, move tracks by
don't like the sound of this
Rebel, but my country doesn't want me
They'd rather hunt me, but you'll never catch us all
While you fuckin with
don't like the sound of this
Rebel, but my country doesn't want me
They'd rather hunt me, but you'll never catch us all
While you fuckin with
new drip
Pop out with the gang
And shoot a lil movie
But we toting full clips
They say they 4L and they out in the streets man these niggas aint sold
When the lyrics start telling your story
And Shakespeare starts writing the play
Then those well chosen words by some
Old country verse held all your
lonely to long
Oh, I can't be so strong
Take the chance for romance, take my heart
I need you so
There's no time I'll ever go
Cheri, cheri lady
pants
I know I'm dope just need a chance
Watch me closer zoom in your lens
Making a movie Ster Kinekor
We viral we hot
We empty the store
This niggas
sound like the typical rapper
But they only repetitive through their trapper
They all think I'm all cap
Cuz my life be a different movie
I'm new to all
broke out here average
Got too many woes around me out here having
This that woopty woop our energy is matching
And its movie time Im looking for some
International producing, make sure you sound chris
You hear the sounds of The Syndicate
Diallo deh ya a cause damage
Jeanius deh pon di track and yes a havoc
We
the sound
Sound craazy right
Super sonic speed
Solar powered super bike
Thinking "holdup wait" did I hear that right
Did I hear that right
Aye
Got me
even mean that in a romantic way
I'm talking plutonic don't have a best friend I would call and say
Hey man I appreciate you everyday
Sticking by me
and we just made a movie
One day bet they'll say that they knew me
Or that I used to spit like an uzi, say something juicy (Huh)
They liking my sound bitch
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
bop
Yea they talkin' but they sound frail, I know the town well
It's Tom Gist, kid strong enough to drown whales
You got a clown smell, I'm not for
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
But this one, let me do the shark-attack
Play by di king full of sound I bring
Lord, I Nicodemus at di control tower
Every Iwah, I would say
(Hear,
on that one
It’s alright though
It goes one for the treble
And two for the bass
It was love at first sound when
I walked in the place
I’m saying one for
like some witchcraft
Used to want this for fame of course, to pull up in a range or Porsche
Now I raise their bar, derail their tracks, just my train
I close my eyes and think bout
All the homies that gone
Tryna get my zone
LORD I feel all alone
Sometimes I wanna give up
But I gotta stay strong
I'm
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
Pull out the fast white cut
Know the gas price up
So I need a few racks by dusk
Why you tryna gas mike up
Little asswipe punk
You wish you could
know it's true
I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town
Laying track by track that vicious sound
All you sucker MC's hating my face
Even though
the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song,
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