Lyrics:
[Serv-on]
Boy, I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin' the
wrong way main.
[Fiend]
Slow ya role, slow ya role, ya
a rocket bad bitches on me
Know that I'm cocky in the trenches goin hard like
I'm rocky time is money only thang that I'm clockin
I just cashed out
Signs and wonders
Every last Friday
I've got a folder
On my computer
Named 'Current Projects'
This song is in it
Along with others
They're
Astral NORUE
I might make you self project
But never the less
Jumping out my body once again
Third eye opening
Tried to look for you
But I've been
speaker won't serve
You this time
Your broken speaker won't serve
You this time
Get by on the shit that we try
Got a lil frantic in the way that we lie
Your
Josh Morton Music
Pay Up
YEEcYEEcH
Get it get it gotta get money
Man yall better stop playin cuz it aint even a game
Man its time to eat make ya
account
And I done waited long enough to see my people eat
I want a range for all my ones to be an easy feat
Leave bloody stains on all the scuffs come off
22 times two dude, outer banks, brew thru
High upon my mountain-top, I don't see what you do
cll you do is stay drunk, where the fuck it came from?
times do the seasons turn for babaloyn
burn this is my own concern to carry on
traditional listen yo
how many brothers tears have shed
by my people for
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
always here to eat
Reckless abandon no time to sleep
Leap frog my way to eternity
Never trust yo enemy
Cause they always watching
Only girl I trust is god
bus
Take me back to that place where my raving begun
Chased by a bum, your face feeling sunk
Find yourself out on the pavement, no one
But you wobbling
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
Take a nigga out the ghetto,
But you can take the ghetto out of me
Bitch I'm a G,
I got to eat on these streets
Survive on these streets
I'm a die
have nothing to show?
Once upon a time, it was in the pots of togetherness
That we brew and drunk the wine of unity
Where side by side we stood by each
Project 4320
Time is of the essence, so get to undressing
And love is your weapon, so teach me a lesson
Uh I feel like a blessing Uh this feel like
motherfuckin' classic and I came with the heat
I came a long way from the times that I was thieving to eat
You motherfuckers wanna bark but you ain't biting
the days, we said we wanna eat
Struggling for too long, about my time, I start to feed the team
Remember being broke as a kid, mama coming through
Had a job
potion
But it's time head home and eat again
It's Pat's Pesto Pasta this day is the best
This is Daisy's Day
Hey Corona Go Away
This is Daisy's Day
Hey
it's just rhymin'
But all this time it's like organized crimin'
For instance, there was a time when there was a line
Between streets and business, but
it's just rhymin'
But all this time it's like organized crimin'
For instance, there was a time when there was a line
Between streets and business, but
a bowl, I'm out here passin' L's
I did it on my own like Pat LaBelle, homie I rap for real, no cap Pharrel
My tracks are gon' get plaques wrapped in
words of wisdom
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
A branch
words of wisdom
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
A branch
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