Lyrics:
DJ Lord Sear on the ones and twos
Harlem World, stand up!
Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins
In this world that'll celebrate
When the haters
on the 48-track board
We look around for the best possible break
And once we find it, we just BREAK..
.. or, we just BREAK {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
There's two ways
a count of two
Hit the peace pot, folded hands for deep plots
Manifestos told by monastery monks I eavesdropped
Stand in street spots, smoke until I make my
Creeped up on a n from behind
Caught him by surprise
Old ass piece from FE shop went
Through for Gucci Slides
Got lucky on the app and got a
Bunch
come invest it
(come on)
Over seas plotting
Yeah I got connection
(I do)
All my niggas stepping in the keys Becky
(2 step)
I want me a threesome baby
fiends come I'm hot like a rock sale
Cocktails, red bean and oxtail
Three phones I'm trying to get a key sold
Weed smoke in the air, no diesel
We grow,
commin straight for your spine
Never fuck with the Shaggs 'cause it's always ticken
I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken
So when you see me by
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man
For Scott Storch, my mellow my man
Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man
B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ?
forever resonate
Feels like I walked this Earth for a whole century
Twenty-two but feels like I'm a hundred-two mentally
Look me in the eyes when I'm
She played your ass like 2k
Last week we brought 2k's
Been off the drink for 2 days
My OG crib like a gun range
My money fast like mustangs
I'm sippin
Ajibade-Frank Smart-Natasha McKenna
Tony Robinson-Anthony Hill-Mya Hall-Phillip White
Eric Harris-Walter Scott-William Chapman II
Alexia Christian-Brendon
You fruit cocktails
I got scavengers
My two hot shells
Genuine was so ages
I'm a Capricorn
I'm so persuasive
Flow like space ships
And dip like
all of my niggas, they forever here by my side
It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real
Prolific noise made it snooze, with no choice, followed the rules
Then passed a village once pillaged, caused by them
Now we're having fun, feeling
Dude
Yeah, yeah, chillin' in some shorts
Sippin' on a cold one, sittin' on the porch
Only chopsticks, I don't ever use a fork
Go for it, little dork,
Catch the baby on Louis Hamilton
Got the maggi, got the seasoning
Shoot my shot, now I'm adding my Curry
Shoot my shot, now I'm adding my
Sprinkle
follow the sign
Dancing and dining cocktails and wine
The sidewalk was crowded in front of the bar
I heard the siren of black police car
Two bodies
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
Blue eye friend send me beats
Err time she send it then you know im finna eat
I don't do no tricking I might take her for a treat
By the end
Lead the revolution like my name was Hamilton
For my generation, ready for action
I'm not throwing away my shot, no capping
Living vicious, wicked
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter,
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