Lyrics:
Reaching for higher bars
Every sentence of mine is evolving
Hard as a nail
And as stable as a table or coffin
Rude by nature
Doing wrong way too often
bands
Rappin' like my lyrics written in Comic Sans
Yuh, aye
Yuh I do what I need
By that I don't mean hustling money or fucking on bitches to buy
the illest
Maliciouz with the flow
Paintin' pictures with my lyrics
Don't compare me to these rappers
Overrated by the critics
What's wrong with you niggas
He's an up and coming buck who works for some schmuck
Feeling so stuck, he hopes for dope luck
Driven every day, he aims to break free
Driven by
It's Early Rebel shit
Lot of niggas bang like Mike Breen in the booth
So I went and brought my block like I'm Bron in game seven
Niggas turn
NO PITY LYRICS
I am a beast coming up from the east dog without a leash I’m released how can I be locked down New York City home of the Grimey
that everyone becomes involved
Either by love or war my niggas will move forward
Feeling absolved
Fuck anybody that disapproves
I see the fear in your
it regardless of the critics
I see some of yall have big beaks
Fascinated by these rhymes and lyrics
Sure not doing it for the racks
Fight my demons
Oh no, pretty bitches want Chanel, Laurent
Got to block them, they won't leave me 'lone
Can't you tell, you ain't one of my bros
It's all about
wanted was to pull up in a black Benz
Spin around, I've been around that block
Eight o'clock, that's when I open up shop
Ten o'clock, I'm wrapping up my
Wickedness block me at times wonder will I make it through
If not for God then for the people who I live with too on earth
Light I'm posed to be but
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
I'm the lyricist of the year
Your lyrics are similar to Britney Spears
He didn't adhere so he disappeared
I'm the lyricist of the year
Injury
killed
Smoke em’ like Black and Milds
Bringing lyrics back in style
These suckers don’t want to battle
They ducking like Pacquiao
8 blocks of bodies, I’m
Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to blow
You know I brought my nigga with me
D-Block
Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch respect my bars
Kuddy moneybag only fam no buddys
Ofnb the movement nigga gang gang
Always on da block phone still chirping
Always on da block niggaz still purping
and thugs
Phone taps and plugs
Rats and bugs
Stacks of dubs
My grandmomma good
I block through my hood
I stopped by da store
I rolled up the good
I growed up
to dat
Oh
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
But You cant block my shtyle
You
I DON'T F*** with cops....
(CLEVELAND)
Great White & Jrath don't fuck with cops, NO
(ah ya ya ya ya...)
F*** THE COPS!
(Hook)
Ima beat the block
blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for fouyan
And settle for
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
Trust Issues(Lyrics)
Intro
Here you go again now, pushing me way
I down understand how, ya girl had a long day
I cant have a good time no more when
SONG LYRIC WRITTEN cND PERFORMED BY: VcRIOUS LOCcL UP cND COMING cRTISTS FROM STcTEN ISLcND NEW YORK. IT EXEMPLIFIES INDIVIDUcL cRTIST'S LIVED
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
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