Lyrics:
when they deceived the Christ
And Jesus Christ time to pay your ties cause ya boy that nice it's jontell nigga
All I want is to fly
Pass by see my head
but you got another boy
I rather know than be bothered by it
I rather hurt than hear you deny it
I rather seek it if I know you hide it
Up for 2 days,
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
Watch
see a bid night in the corner
By midnight I'm a goner
So what your name is Sonya
(Spitting noise) bet I bone her
I'm going to get rid of this last
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Let’s go, uh huh it’s ya boy Skorch Flamez philly favorite hot boy (let’s go Skorch) , I’m bout to wreck your party shout out Lbanga Philly Club
and make the papers)
(My theme is all about making the green)
(This style of mine is well-defined)
(Kids hustle on the block)
Okay, we got Preemo
to all ya'll hater's
Be Jealous, I see ya'll watching me when I walk in the club
Be Jealous, This is dedicated to all Mitch Bader's
Be Jealous, You
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
the hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks
Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ??? so motherfuck your crew
Bring weed I smoke and sell more coke
mine
You're the sunlight on the ocean, You're the stars up in the sky
You're the green that covers all the hills when the rainstorm passes by
You're
nigga I'm by the buck
Don't look at the Ferrari you can't even buy the truck
Ya boy fresh out the hood and he hot as fuck
On a hunt for the cheese, keep
is
I could care less about a motherfucker talkin' shit
I can't keep playing games with you boy or your pussy click
Nigga, we too deep in this
is
I could care less about a motherfucker talkin' shit
I can't keep playing games with you boy or your pussy click
Nigga, we too deep in this
Boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this
pull some hoes
Bottles popping everywhere too much dro is in the air
Vision blurry from the crown and club and I don't really care
All I need is another
Louis, ooh
He fruity, stupid
Jury on, taking pictures with a groupie
I move smoothly into the club
Like what the fuck up
Bars getting bought by me and
I'm
depends if you're the one,
Right, but the day is young so come back to mine,
Boy you're on ill give you more then your wish list,
Lemme go and put up do not
is where you are
Here is where you want to be
Follow the map and you'll become almost holy
Searching for the purest version of myself
Accidentally
all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life
(The weed, the hash or the 'caine)
(Afflicted by the pressures
to the club
Papoose, Pa-poose!!!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got a riot outside homey (Huh!) and every hood with a thug
niggaz try to rush the door
Produced by: Skeyez Beats
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 瑞
Mixed/Mastered by: 瑞/郭子翊
PlanZ’s Voicemail:
More Vision, break a leg, boy
Stevv
bottles to pour
What got you staring for?
Calling, calling out my name
Oh, the body that they'd kill for
Sherry? Brandy? What they call you?
The boys, they
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzlin'
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm a be that nigga for life
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