Lyrics:
that's against the law
I got the codes
Fuck what you know
You can be a martyr for ya gang
I just hope you willing to die for it
You could get popped
it"
'Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss
nights
With no heat, I'm gone pass down the game
That was taught to me, by a real (he know)
But naw he ain't my OG, come from a real
Cold place (real cold)
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
phone
Imma keep goin get another check drawn
Go through pain everyday so we smoke strong
Fuck a kill fuck a drill this a pain song
Steady hopin that
Does anybody out there know that for the first time in American history the U.S. Army was used in a war operation against the American people? Right
of you new rappers, I don't understand your code
You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode
Do anythin' to get in the game, mixtapes, you
it
And You rather see another man down
But we ain't gone stop till we make it
Imma get this money imma get this work
No sleep it's an everyday process
stop the lies
Gone against the grain
There's still much to gain
Learn to cope with pain
When you're living life on life's terms
Giving into rage
Please
don’t know why I lie to you
Want you by my side cuz ain’t nobody fye as you
You my ride or die cuz when I shoot know you gone shoot
We Bonnie and Clyde
that you fast from plastic, and unmask these savage bastards… mastered in word matchin’, code crackin' and makin' the magic happen… will be closing
On the interstate, or in the air, you know we get it gone
Lil' Tabs just touched down right off the plane with like 50 bowls
Ayy, LittDev just cashed
twenty paranoia, eighty plotted against
Palm reader calling in
His archaeologist friend
It's been a long and bitter breakup
With the science of sleep
I'm
I can spit just what you want
I can spit just what you need
Knowledge over greed
Get it in with Bobby Gore
Rock on a beat by his seed
Let me proceed
enough)
Trying to go against the gang
(They ain't had enough)
Top-down, blow a cloud with my niggas
It's F-DUB muthafucka whoa
Uh,
Turn me up another
im on like they dont know that im in grind mode
Put a app in my phone that put me in another zip code
If its lean in my cup then imma drink til every
performer
Glance back – Moscow
Morse code – pause for
Our encryption's deciphered
By AI protocols
To all of those holy and disorderly posers
I say - Torro!
of the Words you don't know
By making your Vocabulary grow
Into the entire Lexicon
Changing the view from the VatiCon
After Pope Francis is gone
What
gone hit yo phone
Leave the state a few days
And i aint write no songs
In the booth i spit the truth
Know i cant right my wrongs
Its like another month
and then try to turn against me
By switching, up terms, to deter, what I've learned and deserve
Pencil an entry, against me
Blur what you've heard, if you
that the odds were stacked against her
But she'd give it all another go-oh-oh
Now it doesn't matter, the pain has been
Washed away by time
Even though
another battle is won
Another haggle from my shadow, in the flight above
I'm gone from the questions I described in ink
Between the shots and drinks I had
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
a cutie, we spoonin'
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin'
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