Lyrics:
(wow)
YSL elite, all the slimes never panic (no way, slatt)
I throw back my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that (for real)
Wockhardt rockstar
like hide and seek
Yo follow me
Don't run just leap
Watch me feast on what flies my way
Lyrics high grade to keep you hydrated
Tuition is free so it's
You don't have what it takes to stand with me in this scene
Just take a look at your lyrics, are you fuckin' 12, lemme intervene
Save you from being
and white style
Yin and yang deep brothers
So see me after meet me in a craft
I'm shifting my brain overpowering the shaft
Took a lot of psychedelics
Met
with the action
Writing lyrics by my lonely I'm the only captain
My family the only team they help me make it happen
Circle smaller than a red dot beam
lyrics got me feeling kinda holy
Closer every day He the only one that know me
Ain't got no time for no brother acting phony
You say you love Him too
Hook:
Aye they can’t tell you how to get it less they get it by they self
Cross yo heart or you gone melt I think my lyrics to heartfelt
Talk my
But without insane
End-times oracles
All up in your brain
God's gonna judge
If you don't abstain
Couldn't even stop
Blood spilled by Cain
Think you'll
showed Christology In Layman's Terms
And I got amped
I said this Brother is nice
The way he was reppin for Christ
Shedding light to the masses
When he
saved
By placing my faith in Jesus Christ
The one who arose from the grave
The first concert that I been to
Was the Storytellers
Brothers Incorporated
off these drugs looking like a fiend
I ain't gone fool for none of your fake shit
If I see you tripping then I'm gonna to leave
Hang with my brothers
some brothers gone that you would never see again
Have you seen yo mama cry my nigga, do that shit feel good to you
I can’t leave my OG by herself told
what they get.
Knots in my stomach, nauseated feeling sick
Took 35 bands, 10 bricks, & caught a lick
I just got robbed by a Nigga I'm fuckin with
SHIT!
My brother came home, he been lookin' for a fix
He did seven months strong for a crime he ain't commit
Crackas took his shit he ain't have no pot
nigga, gang
Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin' (drip)
Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip)
Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion
In
it fucked up 'cause Sauce calm wit his grandma
'cause I'm like baking soda bitch, I'm armed with a hammer
And when I'm strapped fool, fuck your brother
is Jerome
The green-eyed brother, brother with the green eyes
He shakes your booty, boom shaker from 9 to 5
So listen to this tune, don't knock it
bright stars in the sky
Messages of love lifting us high above the night
Dance through the darkness, back to life
Composed by Viktor Kempeny, Lyrics
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
To Route 22
From Here
The band was a bass man
And a brother on lead
There was no more
'Cause there was no need
So fine to see
What they could give
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
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