Lyrics:
cowards run an' say he flipped into his early grave
they say the good die young,were headed for them pearly gates
[Jill Scott]
I see your true color,
I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay
Shawty asked me for a check, I told that bitch like no way
'Cause I made it from the bottom there was nothin' on the way
I got my guwap up
They wanna see me locked up
He said he's gonna run down but the nigga really walked up
I gotta good left hook call that shit
[PEOPLE OF HARLEM]
His name was Coalhouse Walker.
[SOLO MAN #1]
Was a native of St. Louis some years before.
[SOLO WOMAN #1]
When he heard the music
(Travis Scott, you niggas out here talking that Brokanese, man)
(We don't understand none of that shit)
A nigga been wildin' all night, mixin' that dark
every house and every basement
Hustlers on street corners live by a beat that's constantly changin'
The one thing stays basic, nappy roots ain't nothin
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
for the team
I like paw patrol even though I'm a teen
Feel like Playboi Carti I'm a gay ass vampire
Feel like Travis Scott can't handle the shows don't
And I got some more in store
When I get to thrown it on you
You got to come back for more
Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't
Aubrey tried to fight
Walter Scott, tell me why
Breonna Taylor homicide
Kenneth walker, murder tried
Tamir rice, 12/they pulled up, they ain’t tell him put
I'll be sober by dawn
By the time this feeling is all gone
Your melody will remain
On the tip of my tongue
Scott Walker on repeat
I came down
and they control the ride
Some settle for whatever happens
As years pass they see their lives just slip on by
The world keeps a' turnin'
It'll leave you
for the drama
I got no time for the politics
I do not care about names
They don't mean nothin' to me
I didn't get in the game to make friends
Down by the riverside on a warm summer night
We gave into passion for the very first time
We fumbled with love 'til we got it right
And we found
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
Money make the world spin (Scott Storch)
Uh, sometimes in life you get lucky, man
Most of the time you gotta go hard
Hard as possible
Remember
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
the finer things but she will still throw down
Like that top she slaying with her back it will get blown out by the one and only
Got her own she don't wanna
on a clean white suit for
What we need is what there ain't no substitute for
There is nothin' like a dame
Nothin' in the world
There is nothin' you can name
know darn well!
We have nothin' to put on a clean white suit for
What we need is what there ain't no substitute for...
There is nothin' like a dame,
game or you can get a round house kick like Walker
But this ain't Texas so best believe the flexing's forbidden pimpin'
Listen this mission's for real
is weak to talk
It's not at all, no
It is tough to talk it is tough to try
It is tough to help a brother by
It is tough to reach out for a hand
just begun
I'd been out with the fellas' for a couple of beers
Just havin' ourselves a little fun, but then
CHORUS:
Johnnie Walker joined the party
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
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