Lyrics:
yeah, we breakin' the scale
It's a story, yeah, and I'm still writin' my tale
All my hunnids blue, got the check and I move, ayy
Got the check and I move,
Breaka one breaka two, tell me what to do.
The room's full check your psyche or get another spoonful.
Caress the silk lines until it turns pink.
chick
Richie Rich himself, couldn't get in my bitch
She not impressed by cash, boo got her own stash
Boo got her own house, bought her own S Class
Yeah
Yeah
Just like bums, we used to stay
In the slums of LA, by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other for reps
Sellin' rock cocaine on my
on point
3 Hours straight
The whole show is us, but guess what
Now I'm on my own
There's always two sides to a story
A story never shows both sides
But this
sentence from starting (corona)
Showed me wisdom through his
word I can't diminish the jargon (I can't)
And he's forever by my side never from him I'm
my boy man please no politics
But all they stress about are all these damm policies
Check the crime rate, check the poverty
You cannot even have
just goin' through the motions, oh
Liftin' off the ground
Driftin' like the cloud (yeah)
My girl, she give me head when I pass by
I'm walkin'
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
And you're watching me fiend like I'm chasing a dream
I'm slaying the dragon, but my body leaks
Know I'm hurting from harm and our apathy things
Thus thinking
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done
this 'strapping rogue'
A beautiful death
One shot, one kill, movement smooth as silk
Merci beaucoup
You've helped to sharpen my skills
Now go to sleep,
spend
Spend Pesos, Euros, and Yen
Cancun '05 that's where the story begins
United States Air Force all working on the flight line
Took a vacay, smashed my
offered a bid
For possession of heroin and got locked in the bin
Shit
The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's
And horror stories that'll live
A three-dimensional poet with flow
Who visions waits through his soul
The vibe be silly silk
But the lyrics be chilly cold
Or so I've been told
But check it
Think about
stands
You got no moves she got new mans
That's a big mood I got new plans
Two drinks with me in Tony two hands
Two hands by my side
Headed to the club no
She keep asking where we going
We gone be there in a minute
I'm a top notch player you can tell by my demeanor
They open up the doors
When we go
Tony
adventure
Oh, I really feel it in my heart
In-between the lines
Many different signs
The perfect story
(perfect story, perfect story)
Once I enter the book, I
Hello gorgeous
Let's check out how you look today
Short and stubby, and, my gosh
Look how much you weigh
You're pinkish red, got this
Thing on your
supposed to be in a suite sippin' on rosé
Sleeping in silk sheets, stuffing my own face
But I solidify my spot where I stay
Niggas tryna send shots, Gunplay
"System Check, Make sure everything is operational
Download the rhythm and behold the sensation
Paid from the multitude of sounds we got
In
All the dogs that don't have a home is family
Gonna build them one by one
All the money that I spent will stay like gravity
The paper be in ton by
On the corner, hyenas amongst me
Yabbin' 'bout the stories, they be hearin', always swearin'
Can't even spell the shit that he be wearin'
Caught up in the silk
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