Lyrics:
Le seul drive-by t'as fait de ta vie c'est au restaurant
Le seul impact que t'as eu dans ta vie c'est quand t'as fait un accident
Je run le rap game
bitches sliding on me, but i dont even want em
Me and my homie eating n he dont got money, im gonna front em
5 days left my favorite album, dont think i can
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
The headphones is on fire dis time around
Styles
Blood pressure
Y'all just bear wit' me
Yo, last time I'm a tell these n****s, man
Can't f***
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
industry relationships cause I don't want none
Don't want the fame of this shit you can have hun
Shoulda just a took tha money n just run
Dats how
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
in me!
I’m humble but don’t fuck wit’ me.
Leave me be or you’ll be six beneath.
Zebras, tigers, monkeys, n’ bears
Better be prepared,
It’s a jungle
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
the honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way there over there by the apple tree
Now, look-a-there
She kind-a, big n' fat
Now, look-a-there
A-but it ain't like that
Now,
Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
a couple Staxx cuss we stacks cuss we locked in
I make money by myself, so why I need friends
I just run it up stack up n double up
They said my life is
Chorus
Yo u better watch hu u beef wit
u might b walkin down the street 'n'
suddenly u hear tyres screachin'
niggers ell be hoppin out wi heat 'n
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me,
My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud
And her palm on her gun
Just for blastin that ass
Actin insane for the platinum chain
And her new album's
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