Lyrics:
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
that is
Led by a stronger national government led
By Keplin just obey
America will be better off
A dictatorship that will
Be controlled by none other
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
and Sleepy Hallow they be home next year (free the gang)
A$AP Rocky shot a nigga that was his man
Well, allegedly, he caught him stealin' and shot him in his
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
on
Y'all are wrong
I'm not off to start a war with T-1000
Bout to shout in a crowded live house and louden my rap
The doubters be drowning in my saliva
like Liu
Beat a ghost like a time trial
Got my boys up on speed dial
Album soon Im gonna smile
Like Im Super duper Kyle
10 over thats my lifestyle
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
people who will try to mold you into their version of what they want you to be instead of the best version of who you want to be
To me such people are
join gangs every day
'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
But all he ever
bitch walks around the house naked
Dropped out of college too quick, they say
Maybe I just had to be quick, ok
Because the sun is up and
I'm about to come
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
dead body go do better album
I know say Dagrin dey laugh i dy wound this track
E dy show 2pac na ur warri version be that
Na me dy run the street una
Reporting to you live
Waiting for their eyes to peak
They cheating, while we counting sleep
We caught in terms of calling out
Who could be that
possible
How you
Made this album
The more
Unnecessary details
And the more tangents
That take us
Off the main topic
The better
You win
Bonus points
For
on tour, I went to my home
Which is the first first home I’ve ever had
Huh
And I walked around and I said
What am I gonna do now
In this house? Am I gonna
chrome, to each his own
A Ruger lead, a super headed and eat your dome
[?] you dead or beat your home, be shalom, peace
A lot of my people know
A lot
still be rough
If things are what you're lookin' for, there's never quite enough
And all the tea in China won't make a house a home
You can be
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
is what I am, kilos by grams
This a stick up man, get out your car man
Only way is to survive, if my AK jam
Like Jigga, I'm standing in my B-Boy stance
to "last".
This is my me.
And my levels are expensive.
For my new.
Version
(Break 3)
"Can show you?"
"Be careful, he's better"
Kkkkk"
(Verse 2)
Bow , Bow.
nah, better yet, point him out
Hey, me and the streets got a joint account
I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about
New Orleans, whoadie,
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