Lyrics:
Runforever
Yea
Got a bad bitch yeah, got a bigger check
Lately I been hopping up on flights that's why I ain't get to text
I been countin' blue hundreds all
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I'm down for gettin' dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe
annoying is that annoying as Poison and the birth of rap
This is the Boys To Men Album meets Johnny Cash ain't no boys on this album only Nash
A boy who
(rap boy No.1)
(Yeah yeah)When I put out a new song, someone start to sit still again
But none actually listens to my new songs
My situation is so
me cuh I do grime
Grime boys hate me cuh I do rap
Good youts hate me cuh I'm too bad
Bad youts hate me cuh I don't trap
Fake youts hate me cuh I'm too
Mafia, Boy Better Know
My ones, my team
Meridian, bad blocks
London boys, active boys
You get me?"
Man get money with the gang
Man get girls with
after album, boy, I did what they was not expecting (Conduc-)
That's what you call impressive, shit
I'm back active holding rap captive (uh-huh)
These
rock white gown
Boy getting popped fa like bow
Hit that boy Indy
Then run up them digits
I said you won't get it by fucking with bitches
I burn down
grain on the ear...
M: V.S.O.P. Hennessy, so save y'all fuckin' beers..
J: A die-hard nigga, a 3rd Ward nigga...
M: 7th Ward hardhead, ready for war,
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
on roof
Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth
So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof
by who all down fa ya boy/only ones with a problem is the ones who envy me/play with chickens you don’t wanna beef with me/a certified steppa since 04
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
bury me in the Bury
You know that this the side
It's Holly love
I'm by the hive in the midnight
Free Sina
He the man man
Can't Get Right
R.i.P Rash
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
Started off local,
was rated P.G.
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to, Ghost here they come now!
Er! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch,
Uh! He heh
Master P and Treach nigga
It's all family baby
Get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers
And when we posse up these
Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
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