Lyrics:
money in the field together
A couple years done passed by since We chill together
But I know I'll send the beat
And he gone kill whateva
Roman And Don
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
Yea just cause they doubted me
I made examples out their demons
They came at all sides
But got cut up in pieces
I swatted flies in my tennis
Richard
through it
Nothing in life is promised, not even free-time is
So, only chase dreams, and only chase commas
Won't happen on its own, trust, trust, we
This isn't entertainment
This is not what you came for
Ladies take a seat, let me explain it
Locked into my basement
Several months at a time
Writing
to find another home
But your kin who came from the seas
Stole all food, and wood, and stone
But we knew that you would come
In a point of no return
We
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
If my eyes could see by faith I'd move mountains and seas
It only takes a small amount a mustard seed
I know it's going to happen because I believe
way but evil drew first blood
Put the roman numeral nine on your inside right wrist
So I can read it properly like this
That's how we know we
As a songwriter, songs are your babies. You give birth to a song idea, a title, a phrase, and you watch the seed grow into something, tangible,
Many men mastering masculine
Wearing masks, do the maths, amassing things
Doesn’t actually bring happiness within
Still grappling: Greco Roman
All
because you know we finna fire up
Grrr
Side by side Ay yo you know aint no dividing us
Na
All them people out there scheming they aint got no trust
Ha ha
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
to blame
Came up planting seeds
With my G's
Came up on steez through these trees
These 34 st homies would bleed
At anybody who came for me
That's me guilty
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
In many a time, in many a land,
With many a gun in many a hand,
They came by the night, they came by the day,
Came with their guns to take us away
going back to the earth where it came from
We be giving way more than we taking
On my land decomposing the leaves I be raking
I'm that earth by the moon
Real music from M.C.’s that’s been through it
My influence is life, I gave my rib to this
Still the truest on mics, we spit gems through this
I came
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
whence you came
The soil grows wood which burns to ash in a flame
Which become soil again, life interacts within itself like the food chain
So we're all
where they
Say them boys get gritty
I ain't comin' by myself
You know I got some soldiers with me
Single filed, we fall up off that tour bus
And we would
hate it/ became an adult gettin so faded/ receivin topped by bitches like we was datin/ naw just a favor of bein serenaded/
It’s 2020/
Out to make
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