Lyrics:
to fraudulent rhymes
Like a breath of fresh air we gonna, change the pace
Not a mental slave, so save the angry face
It's the return of the mellow voiced
save the angry face
It's the return of the mellow voiced maestro and my flow
Eliminates the comp like geico
Insurance, just for your body's endurance
Everyone vaguely knows
That they want to be wealthy
But they don't have
A good set of principles
To do it by
Wealth is then thing that you really
Everyone vaguely knows
That they want to be wealthy
But they don’t have a good set of principles
To do it by
Wealth is then thing that you really
again
3 reload 4 reloads
Ka Ching give me 5 of them
6 reload 7 reloads
Got damn I sold out again
8 reload 9 reloads you know what Give me 10 of them
These
standing round with they cameras out
Red team verse blue team
Been over thirty years it ain't a new thing
Another gun shot, another nigga died
Don't you
Warning "the most precious thing
That we'll fight to save
The fate of our waves
With her blue satin crashing"
If you see three candles in the window
again and again
From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes
That boy's not right
Three years ago when I came
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
and far too little shame
Got a woman I been lookinu0027 for through seven pairs of shoes
And when she smiles real soft, you know she's gonna sing the blues
Hey momma, what's happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)
This one's for you baby girl
That's right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)
Lee, my baby, what's
they had 11 children. They made their home in the same “old shack" where 7 of their 11 children were born. Three more of their children were born in
let's have a three-way
Niggas lyin' drinkin' liquor out a double cup you crazy
You a dime baby girl I really want you to be my lady
Seven grams in
call yo crews
3-4 Need to lock yo doors
5-6 Better loaad yo clips
7-8 Time to meet yo fate
[Verse 2 Pimpstress]
Some of yall niggas aint wit this,
Well
And now, ladies and gentlemen, at tonight's the forest
The road with Chicago's yourself
Would be played by Mary Sunshine and Roxie Hart!
OK,
but I never voted
Questioned by 12 and I never been quoted
All the bread blue Yo I think that it's molded
He had a g card until I revoked it
I just went
two bars three bars four
I don't remember her name no more
Five bars, six bars, seven bars, eight
Look at me I found a brand new date
Nine, ten, eleven
the door with your get away bag
One two three four
I've been on the come up hear me
Knocking heaven's door
Five six seven eight
Years I've been at it
(MH Beats, Drill Kartel)
Time is money, we don't do hagglin'
I unveiled that ting from Sheath
Had seven neeks all fuckin' staggerin'
You can call me
the Bible isn't two parts
There's a Part Three to the Bible, Joe
And I, God, have anointed you
To dig up this Part Three that is buried by the tree
Never had a silver spoon
Never had the time to choose
7 Colors on the weekend
Got me wishing for the weekend
A simple life is. All I want
Never
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
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