Lyrics:
So if you got beef better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn,
down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
Got in trouble with the federals
Drive by your party had take a break
Put your bitch in the whip
Then i get away
Dragonboy all out everyday
Never gave
but in my heart you've got me handcuffs
I deleted all our photos but there's still an album in my head
My brother still asks about you
And when you're
and I wouldn't blend
J-City went away for almost eighteen months
When he got out almost died but never quit not even once
It taught me lot's about life
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
a million
We aren’t so different
So give it a try
Thinking all about you, ay
Weeks go by makin beats every day
Tryna push all this hate away
Only got music
So
Really gotta drop the
Toxic mutha fuckas
Every time they come by, it turns into a ruckus
Begging for the cash, keep off, keep em far away
I dont want
i been in the house all night
i don't know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
man send this to em
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
you acquire those Alaia's
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
(Yea)
(Yea)
(Mo, icekream)
Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace
Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away
I ain't got no time
song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky
yeah, good man. Uh, sorry, long hair, beard or...?
Uh, nah, I'm, I'm uh, erm, I'm actively have a large forehead. That is by choice. Erm, and I'm
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
BLUES HAD BEEN MY HANDLE
Years ago I got me a CB radio
So I'd be safer on the road at night
That's how I came to know a trucker, "Jersey Joe"
going to conquer them by any means
Barley got a year in this rap game
And already have two songs released
Including another five songs EP
And still
And motherfolkin' caviar
He did a terrible thing, finally got away with it
I'm nervous, I'm nervous
Open a new chapter
Are you ready to be swallowed up by my
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
been hoarding away
I gotta send more rolls of undeveloped film to San Clemente taken with this old Rolleicord
Many pictures of the moon and the fog
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