Lyrics:
Reparations for my people
I don't care if you feel me
(Verse 3)
Nigga this the jump off
Nigga this the pop off
I get this thang popping
Just as soon
got Harry I've got Kane
My young boys playing for The Gunners
F**k around he's taking aim
Ive got Harry I've got Kane
I've got Harry I've got Kane
3
heard you say that girls are nothing but trouble
And now I'm taking this time to bust your bubble
Your arrogant conceited your stuck on yourself
fight and
Then I hear your voice a, light and
That's when I hear you, reminding
Me that
That all this really isn't me
I don't really even need
for?"
But maybe in this moment is right where I need to be
Catch a glance
Eyes locked in dance
Twirling, flying, falling
Try a smile
Let it linger
a quarterback
I know He trust me enough to run it back
This is his field, I'm ready to plough
Faith of a mustard seed, I need no title deed
Glory to God
I am
Yo yo
This song is dedicated to Greg Barrett
Shout out to him for confronting his bully
Yeah
So anybody out there that's been bullied
Like myself
Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,
Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,
Place my faith in the belief that
for fool/
If we doing this we have to set a few rules/
Cause is pressure if d man ever find out/
So now we going by guest house and hide out/
He does
all mine
Don't believe can look up at the score line
And I wont blow this lead like a 4-5
Still got tricks in my sleeve when they get Lippy
No need for
lock & key, need my money promptly
So she bring it to me gotta get your own bitch
This dick ain't free I'm only covering for me
And I'm smart as Ivy
Dickson
She wish she had me
Under lock and key
Need my money promptly
So she bring it to me
Gotta get your own bitch, this dick ain't free
I'm only covering
when you hear it I'll be 21.
Hence the album title.
I believe I've stayed true to who I would be musically throughout this entire ride,
If you haven't
cardboard
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
I'm the man now
Stop asking for these fucking handouts put yo fucking hands down
G-fazos on my feet
Tented Louis glasses shining
Spent thirty thousand
Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album
And you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh
Or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if
him down
Like he was in the title fight
And this might be his last round
Sometimes the easiest things we take for granted
Until they gone
Then
him down
Like he was in the title fight
And this might be his last round
Sometimes the easiest things we take for granted
Until they gone
Then
smaller than conceited
Keep the fake love I don't need it
Racks out the mud I need to clean it
And my brother just got out, from fighting all them cases
Now
harder than a motherfucker
That's crazy
Be on the lookout for a new up and commin album
The new 3 6 mafia album the last to walk
I don't know if it
sayin "We need
Some more girls in here"
Like it's Olly Olly Olly
I'm ready for the war anytime
When it kicks off
That's why my enemies are pissed off
I'll
hookers, get your gloves, and yo, let's got head up
Wall to wall y'all all will fall
I don't stall cause in this brawl it's winner takes all
A title bout for
they get dropped,
Cause I'm coming for titles that ain't even entitled to me, cause my cocky ass feel like I deserve that type of luxury
And I'm coming
you on that list
Huh yeah
Ewing doing this shit
You ain't doing this shit
Weekly teachings on marketing all 'cause he fluent in it
Squeezing for pennies
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