Lyrics:
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
Easy peasy, nice and breazy
Man of ambition never gets cold
How could you not sweat searching for gold
And the gold is near, I can almost taste it
Can't wait until the drugs come
Now I'm seeing 3's
Tryna OD
Getting cold sweats
X for the stress
Straight to the face
Damn I hate it when the feelings
body turns to stone
Cold night sweats so I make this stupid pack
And later that day return to my old habitats
This is a story of my latest crap
So save
Once we hit the battlefield. It'll never be the same
We'll let it all hang out... our blood, sweat, and tears. Turn it up
Cause today we'll find a way...
smoking a J, guess we all MIA cus we too gone
Can't hear my phone ring I ain't marry that bitch so i bet if you call I won't answer
I'm keeping it cool, he
bones with stones and sticks
I predict non-stop conflict, I'm getting hated on by some pricks
These haters need to read my lips, y'all suck more dick than
call me
I just need to find a seat
But the hills still try haunt me
Indulge me on maslow
Where do the blood sweat and tears go
If you sell them off by
feel the flames
Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginning of the end
Sweat, chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
friend
Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins in this world of fly girls
in the air, we just couldn't land it
Its the first snap, of the last straw,
Where regrets outlast the alcohol
It's a cold sweat, in an empty bed,
feel the flames
Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginning of the end
Sweat, chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
friend
Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins in this world of fly girls
rhymes than the Winans got family
No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same
Styles upon
the system blastin'
Cold forty dogs, smilin' and laughin'
Girls all over, the kind I adore
I felt like a kid in a candy store
That's when I seen her
Her
sand looks just like gold
These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears
Where the painted desert as you pass by
Looks like a rainbow in
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
The sea is churning
The marines have landed on the shores
Of Santo Domingo
The fishermen sweat, they're pausing
and
He ain't really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands
Will he make it out to make it, mm well it depends
Everybody know the info you was tellin
the distance drowning me in my own sweat
'Cause I need the cold now
It's my turn to roll out all the stops
And show that I know where I have to go
I've
got me fasting
Sweat lodge purify The soul prepared for action
Been taught to learn and live the dark
Stay warm in the cold, dream catcher gave me
top shelf in the sky
I will crawl away somehow and find my bed
I shall not be tempted by no mothers ruin
Neither worried by no grape black, green
are in trance, breakin in cold sweat
When I snap my fingers you shall all snap out of it
I'm elevated, the greatness I've created
And I want to thank
grizzle see ya
So I stepped out
Fresh looking oh-so-decked-out
Cap to my creps looking cold to death
Got gyal on the brain get the rolodex out
Nang with
This the intro to my rookie season
Cold world records it's my rookie season
Cold world records it's my rookie season
This the intro to my rookie
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