Lyrics:
Samson
See say, oboy no be by lock (luck)
Peter Ternenge
You hear, "ehn, no be by rock (ruck)"
So if there's a broken piece of you
And you're feeling
worried by a limelight I'd
Rather get my grind right i rhyme nice
Niggas trying to stunt like it's prom night
But I'm in my prime like
Lebron in
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
are at the store and she gets Stopped by the door
Imma open it so she can walk in first and Before
What if you produce a baby with your
Beautiful bride
to stand by my side
Still treckin along making it shake
Ball still bouncing gotta make plays
Or deal with the damaging affects
Of coming in second best
Get
mama's eyes
That old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies
Through all those years in prison she
don't stretch it right
Scales all digital, triple beam, triple beam
Visual, Big, Pac, whipping up a miracle
See you clowns politicking, so I got them
shoulder
I got The lord is my witness
He protecting me
Even when Satan send his goons to get me
So Jus keep the clip, Right by ya hip
Cuz nigga jealous,
another one put on a shirt
A gift got shattered by a curse don't even know how karma works
This universe is giving in normalizing every sin
Society ain't
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
by the sick!
I got these niggas trippin as I come in looking mean
Rapping so demonic that will make their ladies scream!
Stripping off their panties
to mine
I?m not starting a fight, just telling it right
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
His name is too $hort, now shut your mouth
In ?81
get ya hands up!
[MJG]
I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
can't compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I'm a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I'm so unique, I'm elite
I'm prestigious, got two hoes in the same
blowing up hot like a nuke
My white boys copping by the two's
Time running out, what you about to do
Me and that money so fucking locked in, man our
rockin' in the house of blue light
Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty
When she was rockin' to the east and west
Lucille was oh so real
When she didn't do her
it's only RIGHT for you to hate on me man
When I'm pushing 90 by myself up in the H.O.B. lane
They trying to figure how many mo' women that I can take
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
what are you engaged in, cause if trends got you gazing
That's you in James 1:6-8: waving
You know that's all fagazy right
Cause no matter if you
either melted or beat down
Like that and that's on the goose my brother
Because now days a dollar comes harder than a motherfucker
So if you out in
100%
Hop a plane, new city, new night (yeah)
Catch her eye, so I know I do it right
Card I swipe when my girl is lookin' tight (yeah)
Stay the night,
Used to think I'd never make it
I was always so quiet making music in that basement
But I just dropped an album and I'm feelin kinda good
Yeah,
call me, why'd you only call me when you're high
Why'd you only call me, why'd you only call me when you're high
You can never see right by the seeds
mind can’t seem to get that off it
It slowly be draining me out like a leaking faucet
And so I be stuck in my thoughts and they be racing
Tryna be more
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