Lyrics:
taking shots at a Nigga they gun is never on safety from all I did for you nigga’s This how y’all wanna repay me I put my life on the line now y’all
the warden I
Rock that mustache like jim gordon I pull
Up like a drive by you
Know eye for a eye make him
Go bye bye all they
Do is tell lies I spit facts like
This song is about me
Alright, imagine this. I'm on a bus feeling cocky
The girl of my dreams just said that she wants me
Dark at four o'clock, me,
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
was lost, but now I am free
I'm happy cuz I found a family
When I say talented, I don't mean battle kid
I mean storytellin, kinda like how ya album is
I
basis
Duck charges therefore hardly caught cases
This is a city full of culture and different races
Where all the mami's come fully equipped at young ages
short, be after knowledge was brung
To your attention by the hardest muthafuking artist
That is know for lenching any sucker in a minute
Stagger 'em all
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
na, na, na, na, na"
Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
"Say Virgil, quick, come see
There goes the Robert E. Lee"
Now I
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
Well, the fact of the matter is
That if I had a power
Trio and just a wall of
Marshall amplifiers and a minimal
PA system that all you put
Through
My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize its all about timin'
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin' African
[Fabolous]
Yea
There's a lot of money over here
Ha Ha
That's word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
know
They gone shiver
Wooh
Gah-lee your girl cold
And she speak her mind
Gah-lee your girl bold
Rap is my art
And I also have soul
Magic City is my home
followed
Look to my left, some girl is texting
There's no service on the train, who the hell you texting?
Look to my right dude talking on the phone
far.
This is Suggs, and now I am going to take it away
OK, lads, get closer together
And all this time I'll be waiting up by the chimney stack
fortitude is there
Prepare and persevere like Shiro and Nagisa
I know you gotta feel this like kinesthesia
See these characters are works of fiction
But this
happened to Michael
It happened to Bobby, it happened to Whitney, is y'all wit me?
Yo, things go wrong when there's no hit song
This chorus made for you,
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends
He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still
represent, but bitch, I am me
There's nothin' but legendary shit that be goin' on, the phenomenal
You are watching a master- at work
This what you all
the game my way
And didn’t cheat a thing
Shit, I used to crave the
Respect and cred until I
Realized it's all for self gain
And respect is dead
A lone
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