Lyrics:
Never been better[00:20.62]I get shit off my chest[00:23.06]Always more to learn[00:25.18]It goes straight to my head[00:27.43]My flow's great? Yes,
strip, ride
The South Gatin' skatin' ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy "Part 2" and for another
to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
And my lungs hurt, and my ears bled
With the sound of the city life echoed in my head
Do I
the city never sleeps
Then that makes two
And my lungs hurt
And my ears bled
With the sound of the city life
Echoed in my head
Do I need this to keep
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what
to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
And my lungs hurt, and my ears bled
With the sound of the city life echoed in my head
Do I
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what
nigga
I don't give a fuck
Two bands on a Perc', Christian Louboutin
Shit, nigga hating on me
But I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give
they do
And if he didn't judge her then he may know of the pain that she's been through
Two broken hearts become one
And this heart won't come undone
and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola,
and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola,
on earth my turf but I'm so down south alligator couches
A public service announcement
Gucci so fucking paid pay 2 stacks just for a fade
Bitches surfing
downtown Dallas by the
Sight of the grassy knoll
Where the leader fell and a town was broken
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
He hears
was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
to the south
Tell them deuces, just put two in the air
So sick, said it must be the flu in the air
If you do it big then I probably did it obese
Thought it was
the clowns til you get to your destination
(We here Tone, got our masks on, we bout to run up in
I know you ain't talking bout the house, with the broken
girls with no ass
See I'm a risky rider
Caliope crawler
A Down South Hustla
Plus a head buster from New Orleans
See I gotta be a paid nigga
back
Two deck of cards, life a gamble
Let’s go head roll the dice
I pray to god that they do not
They let off shots through the night
Live by the gun,
star
(this is still 70 south)
Niggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third (nah), I feel you
It's the Don Makaveli - live my life
and act wild
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style
And it's all from head, passin' round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
So people keep your head
on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cackling, helping the shackling of your brethren happen
Just by rapping
Liberator
the Midnight Sun
HOOK: CEELO
HOOK & VAMP: BLACK PSALMIST (sung in South African native Xhosa)
Sililanga siyakhanya (We Are) X2
Ezinzulwini zobumnyama (We
Be Doctor!
Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Stupid ass nigga
[Chorus: x2]
I smoke
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