Lyrics:
the livin' room on fire
I was alive
Alive 'n' Kickin'
Like a time bomb tickin'
Headed for the Hullaballoo
There were no big gigs in sight
No bright white
Shine a bright light
On a dime that I drop
Still gotta Kyrie
When its prime time
Break'em all down
Then the blow by
Excute and emphasis
On discipline
a sinner
Ouu
I was born in the middle
Always tryna find a way to shine bright
Never simple
Keep it popping like a pimple
Catch attention like some dimples
that dope boy shit nigga
(Ya dig) Ya smell me
(Can't) fuck wit' ya
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Your reign on the top, short like leprauchans
I came through in
Passing cars like they was standing still
All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys this ones marked for me"
shit
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Took a bad bitch to the drive in
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Trey songz I'm finna dive in
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White bitch Miley Cyrus
like bread
To the all-white geese
That I like to call my team
I'm c-c-coming out with bangers
Trying to hang banners
Ain't no Bruce in it
Only dark
He was born a poor man's boy in a
One-stop light town
He never had much growing up
But he promised that he'd make it out
Cause he was rich in pride
off with my red nail polish
Watch me in the swimming pool, bright blue ripples, you
Sitting sipping on your Black Cristal, oh yeah
Light of my
ain't what you used to
Stone cold bitch she Medusa
Dope ass pussy might make you an abuser
You an addict not in love, boy
Don't get it confused, bruh
preeing my residual
If seeing is believing
Then you gone tell by the visuals
Ima king unclassified
Difrent kind of individual
Knowledge of the old, d boy
Buddy looking timid chilling with the gang gang
Black flag, far right
Bright soul, Dark Knight
White wife and she kick Christ to them wrist flickers
As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
It's like someone flipped a switch
A front porch light and a blue DeSoto
Couple of straws in a Coca-Cola
You could see it all goin' down
A handsome boy
Swisher Sweets, no more Honey Buns
Fresh white tee, bright like the sun
Only nigga round here rockin' Mishka
I'm through your hood, you ain't got no
Falling leaves in the front yard,
With a shoe box full of crayons,
Full of colors oh so bright,
In a picture in a plastic frame,
A snapshot black
today
Vocal chords got insurance, not Superman or Invincible
Family we ain't see in decades, say he don't give to you
Good ol' boy system, it's still
i rock this
Catch me in the city
Prob blind from the lights
Too cool for shades
They ain't my thang
But mane it be bright
But shit it shine good
fresh,
White Air Forces, brand new creps
Fun times only, please don't test
Non-stop rapping till i'm named as the best
Sun keeps shining so does she,
Boys
playing, and even the noon whistle was blowing, early.
He stood and watched proudly as She passed by. The sunlight catching the flash of crimson and white
feel you by my side
And my memory is a book of gold thrown open
And you rode a white horse, the queen of the harvest kissed your cheek
The boys all
burn high!\
Show you what I think of your Comply or Die!\
Policies for those woke that won't turn blind!\
My eyes stay bright scope change in site.\
to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
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