Lyrics:
up
Yea ima be lit for life
I hit da block
I caught me a urge
Surrounded by fiends
I gotta serve
Sip yo yoda da green
T'challa da purple
I
bout finessing
Way you move is a blessing
Stepped in dressed girl you flexing
Yo line I had to press it
Yes it's
Rolled weed up
Liquor cash and visas
Now
to choose
Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I was Born to reign
Point Blank
My name to be etched in stone
My
multiplying by the second
All the tree I'm burning got my writing all the best shit
And I got my section
Always represent this
Put you on the set list
And I
FREAK
This is for my tail clappers, mail stackers
Ass shakers, cash makers, who blast Vegas
Yo, this is for the freaks baby, petite ladies
Even
nothing
That Playboy that 98 that heart break well I relate
Not by mistake what the fuck is you tryna say
Ludacris get out the way
Beat is burning this weed
by surprise
Lycans round up when we rise
Got the universe by my side
You can find the moon in my eyes
For my Garou's For my Garou's
For my Garou's this
call them 2Real
This ain't just me we all gone eat that's the way this suppose to feel
We way to geeked up by ourself we don't even want the deal
They
a sheikh
Listen to the breeze from the trees
Feel the peace once you light up the cheese
Definition Moses with the burning tree uh
Close yo eyes you can see
I want to see The Wizard,
And umma wish leave it up to TRAV put you something new,
Don't be scared to live your life yo way and sometimes break
no free speech
Revelation burning what we teach
Man, you hate to see it, I'm American
Make some enemies and try to bury them
Pick your brothers up
Burning that ass. sniff it up.
(you know how we go, kid.)
Like a hound on dope.
(yeah. yeah.)
Word. word life. la the dark'.
Big up to my many buck-buck.
Time to get up, lift up, you down I pick up
Yo’ I gotcha back and this ain’t a stick up
(CHIEF RECKAH)
What’s a brother to do all alone by myself
rapping tight
Take my time creating flows that other rappers bite
Water into wine words blessed up by the hands of christ
I been grinding
I been working
Off that what what
I get fucked up
I get fucked up
Off that what what
I get fucked up
I get fucked up
Sick of feeling this way believe me
Burning you
that dog that’s owned by Muriel
Hold up
Yo
It’s SWO in the building
And if I’m being honest
Really It’s fuck your feelings
Destructive healing
the land of misery Where life's fucked up Disguise like yo shadow when I buck ya (BLAH! BLAH!) [CHORUS] Trauma Brain I'mma Inflictin pain on a Liqour with
when I'm stressing
Really it ain't nothing realer
Said ya done getting by
Ya gonna get a bill up
Said ya born to fly
Money falling from the ceiling now
motherfuckin tight,
Don't play around wit me baby go'ne pull it out,
You know you wan't to bitch, I got you go'ne put it in yo mouth,
Call one of your
loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby
I'm flipping the switch and I'm burning this bitch to the flo'
If they want smoke cool we smoking on you and yo second hand man fasho
Baby you old news
saying yo
Money coming in
It's coming out
If you tryna spend
Wassup? what's the amount
Shorty wanna win
Ok what we about
Burning on the Piff
I clear it out
You really think you know me
I do this all by my lonely
Only the people that know where you be at can hurt you so watch for yo homies
I’ll be in hell
Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns in all my
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