Lyrics:
What is it? Yes, I ball Shawn like kemp
From the beginning to the end
I commend all my friends in the end
Y'all enemies drink from flint
Michigan
on tracks you should know if you get in my way that I never let up
There's some people that need to hear truth they get beat down by lies and get told that
perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
From Bel-Air shopping center just for stoppin' in there
From the black side all the way
And when you go get faded, wanna be debated by yo barber (By yo barber)
Compared to Shawn, Wayne and Vince to complete the Carters
Been on the bench
And when you go get faded, wanna be debated by yo barber (By yo barber)
Compared to Shawn, Wayne and Vince to complete the Carters
Been on the bench
delicate
So in tune with the elements
Big dick bars yeah I need a pre-requisite
No OG has ever given
Inheritance to my relevance
10000 hours has qualified me
In my mind, in my head, this is where we all came from
The dreams we have, the love we share
This is what we're waiting for
And in my mind, in
But if we lock horns, we can charge harder than Busta
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to (woo)
So what's the deal? Where was all
strangler bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil
Now the pitch time
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
RUN FROM POVERTY
Words by Roshaun Clarke
Music by Comar Campbell, Shawn Allwood, Derrick Davis
Intro
Yea Bay-C
Me do this one for the poor you know
no more rent
Raises are spent
Instrumentals again
A license my friend
All my songs
Were bought local
All my rhymes
Are bad vocals
Mastering tracks
Man
til ya head burst
I ram shack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and hard rock
I ran up in spots like fort knox!
say your not getting enough
I'm being pampered by two sluts with tits
That haven't been tampered with, runnin my tongue rancid
All over nipples your
did to him
And any nigguh in the gym , reason I’m shooting for yo head
Real hitta +1 (213) 884-5540 sa
As I’m smoking in my city all I ,
Smell is
fuck it, I ain't fuckin' with that shit
All my partners out there know what time it is
Fire up that dank, you know what I'm sayin''
Y'all be fucked,
The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset
She want a rim shot all over her drum set
Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex
50 ways to keep
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for
to fill this hole in my heart
And I got nowhere to go, when it all falls down
Got nowhere to run, when it all runs out
Drownin' my sorrows with bottles
Too
don't do shit
Gotta get back in the stu, gotta make it
Watch me when I make it, break the matrix
Watch me get a motherfucking house by the forest with all
given
By my homie that died so I done carried his vision
Bruh believed in me before I even viewed myself
All I needed was a beat and I can kill it
like consecutive blows to the head dome
Gotta keep em movin non-stop, gotta keep em movin, that's all I got to tell
you
Just keep em movin)
slaves on tracks
I'm Django with the grip upon my horse blue slacks
I'm Anakin Skywalker, same city as Shawn Carter
The infinite fly talker, slept
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
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