Lyrics:
Told I'll kill track
Slide by
Not before I say bye
Sike!
I ain't done, still got time
and the rhymes
Still coming down the grapevine of my mind
Look in
to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Up on this track with Bogdan
hear that thunder
Now who needs sleep when six feet under
Right foot left foot three steps more
Who's come knocking at my door
One more days gone by
Tell
right now it's 420
Somewhere right now it's 420
When I sat down, I was fine
Then I rolled up some of that pine
Then I lost all track of time
Smoking that
the money I gave (here)
Never change, all the money I make (never)
One baby, all these bitches I laid (smash)
Three guns, nigga, never afraid (baow, baow)
Now let's get started, let me break it down to a new track
It's the Funky Payback on wax
Some MC's thought I slipped
How that sound, bro, y'all
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
Yo it's T00M3R
Aye
Yeah
Hey
I think it's time to put down what's on my mind
Spit some truth and bust a rhyme
Might say some shit to change your life
short, gotta be close
Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it'll probably be three
4 door Benzes make my fee
On the regular
the dresser, the gauge
Five-seven MB, yo, metallic green
Seats is piped off
Seize them old tracks, unite through 'em
The kitchen is my palace, get your dance
People switching up every time the beat change
Lost three friends never had some
Gained four enemies before the track done
They looking like they got
like it, there ain't no way you can fight it
We plot and we plan, but everything's controlled by higher powers
Just as sure as the seasons change
opinions but holding laryngitis
See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero everytime I jump in
moves up and through the barrier
To a broke down base
A closed down rickety station made by a long gone faction set for observation
Beyond the confines
Brain on deck
You call her mommy
Pimp imma die
Eat sushi sake’
I aint neva change
Imma beast like rocky
Mess wit tha fam
Imma cock it pop it
Stay by my
sorry everybody
I can't turn down my tunes
When I be off the shrooms
Feel like I'm not in the room by myself
Millions we gone get it soon
Automatic
I was a diesel locomotive
I'd come whistlin' down your track
Crashin' in your door
Wish I was a freight train baby
Wish I didn't have a heart
create
Arm articulate, when I circulate over tracks
Let me get down and just relax
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down like
dog in this bitch, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Might change my mode
By the end of next year
Man I hope my numbers look gross (Sick)
Yeah, wave sick, so you know
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks
Down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your
somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks
Down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your
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