Lyrics:
down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in
I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
That's what's really
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Kaapstad
I’m from the city that government divide
Where you from
Kaapstad
I’m from the city where all colours collide
Where you from
Kaapstad
To live and die
your crew that's why your stage show's wack!
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for Hip Hop
a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down like that
Who want them test rocket
of the night my whole crew about to throw up
I got that loud on me so damn right we bout to roll up
We from the Houston Texas home of the purple slow up
So
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
by somebody that still live with they mama
But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama
As for books, the mind is a terrible thing
up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Uh, back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
Lookin' to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit
Pull shit off, like
up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Uh, back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
Lookin' to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit
Pull shit off, like
with the tongue from our loose lips
Deceptive and toxic like Bobby and a Houston
With no foundation cause we never had a blueprint
With wars
I wanna tap it like a bongo
I'm here from Toronto, I'm going back to Houston
Man I'm smoking so much I'm just gassed up with pollution
Baby got
I just heard on the news
Whitney Houston has died
I got So Emotional I broke down and cried
She came from a family of soulful voices
If Cilla Black’s
The girl from before in some baggy lethar jeans
With my heart inside her pocket
Looking right at dead me damn damn
Houston
We have lift off
In 5 4 3 2 1
We goin' to Houston, Atlanta, Vegas
Y'all already went to Vegas? Now we in Houston
We definitely goin' down
Goddamnit, appreciate you"
Pop that
goin' to Houston, Atlanta, Vegas
Y'all already went to Vegas? Now we in Houston
We definitely goin' down
Goddamnit, appreciate you"
Pop that, pop
aura back
I used to be so fucking confident
But these days, I swear that-"
I don't know my self
I don't know myself no more
It's 3:30 Lesley was
a rocket, finna takeoff)
Tuned in live
Will I ever be back? (I'm in Houston with a rocket, finna takeoff)
Ask the racks, don't ask me
(I'm in Houston with
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