Lyrics:
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
Take an instrumental exercise my lyrics brutally
On the way to Hollywood where the lights shine bright
Promise I will never change keep me in your sight
what?"
Like how the fuck imma hit it
I'm in the city like pigeons
All by my dolo like pennies
The rhetoric is offensive, I'm hard as arguments with women
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
credentials
Ride me like instrumental
Go hard like heavy metal
In the club baby shake your lil pum pum
Fuck these hating ass bitches you can do you
Diamonds
away, carried away
Carried away by the melody
'Cause I can't say what I really feel with words
I'm tryin so hard to reach you
I hope that I'm getting
spill it on these- instrumentals
It's the only way they hear it
Yeah like that
cight bet
Uh, yeah ay
No one gets my mental
Main reason why I spill it
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
down?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Now it ain't hard to tell
By the way you"ve been lookin at her face
stressin', wait
She like fuckin' with a nigga with potential
Damn, all this Nike shit on me, expensive
QM Rapping C4 on the instrumental
Wait, wait, wait,
the answers, but not quite the path
She knows the many will be left holding fast to the air
Pt iii. ‘Lingering’ (Instrumental)
Pt iv. ‘A Worthless Book?’
He’s
dem f**k roun mi link a hole dem sleep inna
Dem dawg yah dem nuh nyam cheap dinna
One drive by slap weh all three nigga
Verse 1
Tell dem tan a dem
matters
Puttin' substance into something and the world's so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent
wild
Obra be making the boy mad
Me background nda fam boy na y3 hard
Adey kae the time I start
All times I stress all times I fall no one could pick me
think that killing's living real
Shorty's is getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by the fifth you get beheaded
I
getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by the fifth you get beheaded
I pivot through my borough givin' pounds
Going three thousand like Stark I'm a OutKast at heart
I feel just like Rosa Parks
I know that this go too hard
I make y'all shit look easy
Like
the way it go...
Three-sixty on the door, they ain't even know
Three-sixty on the door, oh they wanted more
Three-sixty on the door, they ain't even know
ring
That was housed by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills over and over
with a broad or three
Met a couple rappers but them jokers ain't as hard as me
Another ballad for ya soul to take a hold of
In recovery these
used to go three for ten
Dope fiend rentals was instrumental to the corners we bend
Before i was a gogetta we used to rep obn
Murrway made niggas with
Assisting with this suicide
Kevorkian this instrumental
Big league bully no sittin' at my table
I stay Indie like Peyton Manning
And start my own label
3's up
traveled, daily battles and tussles
Sweet signs of struggle brings success by the bundles
We all had our individual rhymes, rhyme groups
Rhyming groups
you down?
Iz you down? Iz you down?
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz you down?
Iz you down? Iz you down?
Now it ain't hard to tell
By the way you've been
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