Lyrics:
Yo yo...by Duncan
1787, the Constitution was written
As a better form of government compared to Britain
They chose a republic, not democratic way
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
With the cards stacked against me, suit still crispy
What was I to do if the judge won't play
How bad you wanna know, bout when I had the blue sedan
the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card
wasn't able
I couldn't see the future ahead but currently stable
October 8th, 2018, 9:30 PM
In the back room of my house, the lights be dim
Just enough
for what it's worth that I've evolved
Evolved on a few issues we had
Or better yet, that I had
Like, I don't think we have to live in different houses
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
times
Internal crime done by the same
Guys we trust our lives pray for demise
I’m painting, let me do my thing
No time for? I’m seventeen
Bumping they
me Mr. Combs, and I'm nine-digit strong
Niggas hatin' on me but it's not (workin')
When I was nineteen, I walked in the house
And I told my momma
don't go to heaven
Us g's live bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard cause a nigga gotta eat
[silkk]
Cause nobody ever gave me nothin' but a hard time
number four
Somewhere out west
I still live in this old house
Where we were raised
On this red dirt road
The county never paved
Now I watch my
smooth
We riding smooth
Reached heavens gates way out the way
House on the hills just got that appraised
Whips sky blue I just got paid
So I'm feeling
and try to punk
'Cause I'm a hit you in the face with it
I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you fuck with it
Yo, the Prode'je spoke and choke
jump you're soft and try to punk
Cause I'ma hit you in the face with it
I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you fuck with it
Yo, the Prode'je spoke
They should know better
They should know better
They should know better
Melo beats Trap house mob
Bad B on the nizz
You really think I went upsie
But look pardon my movement
This chair I ain't choosing
Who am I to excuse
Ain't feeling my music
Every verse blue flames
Like Ryu's Hadoken
Now hating
and the pow, pussy
Talk foul, get slapped in your mouth, pussy
When I'm around, take it back in the house
Pussy and I'm flossing, too
Big charm with an igloo,
the real from here
And the real from there
And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere
YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro
Fucking
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
the blues after that take it day by day
And find friends that have loyalty n wanna be cool wit you for you
And without even havin Anything to proove
with yesterday’s wine
I asked him why
He roams about
How I see him time to time
He took a drink then bowed his head
Before he told me this
A house
collapse
When the house held up by the cards you stack
All the cards you stack, see 'em fallin' back
I was fadin' back and I'm gone
I played some shows and I
to blame
Is it the pop culture
Or the Mary Janes
Real talk nigga
Man they all the same
And I live up in the blue skies
Haters wanna hate
So they scrutinize
the strings and call it protection
Their lives you so meagerly take
To show us you're the ones with the gavel
But when you swing it I see no justice
Your aim's
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