Lyrics:
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
streams like I need to breathe
Music is just for me so that's what I bleed
Stay strong fulfill my needs
I ain't done so why keep it clean?
I spit it real
they phone out
Happiness is the foundation on the love I send
I spend my thoughts trying to be a better friend
I remember nights cryin for my life
on a picture
She call it fame pullin' up in that exotic
She feel like she gotta steal be for real
She ain't kiddin' like she on a pill
Sippin' Stillhouse, my
Bay area niggas been setting trends
I got more friends in the pen than I do in the streets
If it wasn't for my pen I'd locked up or deceased
I'm
was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
on the purple tape
Bad Boy biting Nas album cover way
Big told me Rae was stealing my slang
And Rae told me out in Shaolin, Big would do the same thing
But I
bitches tryna have a orgy
Keep umbrellas for the days it get stormy
I pour the Henny for my niggas, that's before me
My outfit fly, you gotta seat out by
We're live in five, four, three, two, one!
Welcome everybody, you are "live in the den"
With big tigger hangin' out today with one of my friends
like Modie Top Boy tings but I won't fall off nah
Gold on my body they like how I move
Balenciaga my shoes
Finger fuck her just to get in the mood
Don't
That not friends, that's violence
We ride at dawn for the highlands
Big dread brotha from the islands
Aye, my boys be vibing
We roll deep like
God got me poppin for real bro I been cookin so get out my grill
Can't put my faith in a mill whole squad be eatin' so lets make deal
You know that I
Grammys (O-o)
Niggas out there looking like bitches
I call ‘em trannies (Ah)
Used to pack guns all in my hood
Right by the tranny (Oh)
I park Mazaratis up
is how certain I am of my quest
Am I prepared for the test?
People wanna be sure you are sure
Are you for real or are you manure?
It's weird to see
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
I turned my pain to champagne
(Hard work and blessings)
I done turned my pain to champagne
Yea we had tough times but still
We turned our pain
Shit is crazy
That's the first time I met Cole, yo shout out Cole, that's my fucking boy
Big Sean, all these homies man that I met, it was crazy, Don
people will never have any
Prominent source of respect for
Me, they don't want me to prosper
Or have my personal pain
Alleviated people might think that
daughter out the ghetto.
Where im from its the jungle, it's real boy no geppetto.
I kept the metal like heavy rock.
Made it bubble like chicken pox.
City
this club
Get out the corner of my eye
And get in this truck
They're saying it’s 'bout time some
Real niggas made it and when I go outside
They're
and on
We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions, we are the champions
No time for losers, 'cause we are
care bout the praise
I been so real that I can never fake
Where was they at while I sat in pain
I member asking God for a break
Anything false always
the city, pull it up for the block
Representing for the hood, you can find me at the spot
#IRAP4JESUS, You can see my Hip Hop
Because the joints out of place,
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
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