Lyrics:
part on the ride side
I insisted on maxing out the treble on every track so everything would sound clear
This is a huge mistake by the way
Real sound
Still only opened my notes
Focused to cut out the fat, until this album was done
Kept asking God for forgiveness he helped me write what I wrote
Reminded
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
Moment of Truth 3
For those that don't know what a moment of truth be
This whole album's a moment of true heat
Roberto & Danny trying to live what
something out of nothing
I got a brand new flow
Been ttg u know
Verde im trained to go
I got your speakers thumping
Im back in album mode
Album mode
Leeko,
And scrolling thru the role he's bound by letting truth be told we out
To make a difference
In a day age where hate is senseless
No one's tryna catch a fade they
this album off it’s me Malcolm
Forget what Penn be talking bout I’m better off without him
That mane be tripping he be lying he be out here wildin
Aye
One man, honcho truck load, ammo
All black, suit and tie, don't move in camo
Gloves on, no Evie
Trigger finger forever ready
One man, one machete
Out
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
of the album
Is the main part talking about a lot
We talked about everything the story does not end
By the age of 20, it is just beginning
We the fathers
how we live
Here we are
The final track before the album
Who'd a thought that the basis would be the outcome
Strive be like pop
Pullin bars outta
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
know Jay would never put your album out without none
And dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic with their outcomes
They don't know,
album
Then I perfected these songs in four months this is my life
And I want you to know that I live by the pen and I'll die with the pen and the pad
I am
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
buddy
What's the deal
Yo, how you feeling, bro
I'm in rat mode and I'm still living
Alright, bro, what do you think about the new album
Your song's out
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions
Made a little noise cuz
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So
dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
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