Lyrics:
of them
I Lost a few homies I still don't feel that its real
Vincent, Carlos,Quez,Terrell, E, Reek
All on my mind hotboxin' this jeep
Almost got caught
Beholder's Eye
Will judge what's right
Depending on what
You carry inside
Everything could
Be true or lie
Song written by Carlos cscanio
Lyrics by Carlos
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Song written by Carlos cscanio
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Vocals: Carlos cscanio
Guitars: Carlos cscanio
Keyboards:
Born in 1999
Mike he write these rhymes
Every single time
Bends these minds
Man this shit is mind bending
Yeah sorry this is Mikes' ending
Albums
glasses and jars
Our planet keeps turning, and I speak through my guitar
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Song written by Carlos cscanio
Lyrics by Carlos cscanio
crrangements by
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don
man "Ask Carlos"
Now they ask how much man's car cost
Drive-by ting
Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top
Your leg's sick, your heart
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)
All this attention, I don't even know
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)
All this attention, I don't even know
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional
Ten toes down to move
like it baby
I stated this shit in quarantine
I can't sing, I can't rap
But my pen game mean and
I got an album
Don't hate on me baby yea
Girl I have
selling my mixtape out
Of my mutherfucking BMW out
On Jamaica mutherfucking Avenue to
Amadu and Hussaine and
These niggas fuck you niggas! You
Niggas don
the ride I got more whips then New Jersey Drive she got my front my back she by my side
79 Monte Carlo hit that switch ass sit low shot caller like Alonzo
of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got
What is that, crystal? (no!)
Dom p? (hell no!)
(this is that Carlos Santana champagne!)
Oh shit, Santana d-v-x? that's my joint!
(mine too, but a lot
a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own
All I talk about is money
'Cause that's all I know
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that
nigga
Nigga (Im Out'chea)
Puffin turtle feelin fine
Sippin Carlo Rossi Wine
Its just me, myself and I
All I need to free my mind nigga, nigga
(Im
brought my wig with me,I'd like to share it with you:
Hello my name is Carlos.
I want to make love to you.
I want you to get on the bed,and take off your
Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
give the past now
To get the picture you gotta give the background
Yeah my mind been doing circles with this
Album overthinking, cause i don't know what
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