Lyrics:
the crib like its nothing
Might just get into construction
Her booty big in circumference
Witness the numbers go up every summer
Fuck all enemies i make em
wanna feel so bad
Anxious when your home problems never seem to pass
You don't wanna think like me too bad
Construction in your brain, like weed, we
and grow a skin of armor
Now you’re the nail that holds the whole construction
CH
Think failure's chasing you?
But that’s not true
It’s you who follows it
Mental prison, tryna escape
But I can't get away
Feelin' like I'm workin' that construction
How I paved a way
And I hope these niggas know
I'm gettin'
(I got one on each arm)
Double Up
I'm back up in the VIP, in a cloud of smoke
Be poundin, surrounded by all my folks
Give me another shot, damn
and arm and row and row
All for Marie's wedding
Red her cheeks as rowan's are
Bright her eyes as any star
Fairest of them all by far
Is our darlin'
I'm checkin' out to the heavens above
Punched in the teeth, teeth by love
Punched in the teeth, teeth by love
Punched in the teeth, teeth by love
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
and each nail
Marks the demise of you life.
Grim construction grows
Has life played a trick
Sealed you in brick by brick
Till your end forcing you
forces, face losses
As I break backs like Superman on horses, word ajar
Ancient warrior like Thor
Spiritual like the Ibis god Thoth
Complex construction by
We're building a hall of remembrance
A tower of frangible bones
A guardian will stand by the entrance
Defending the temple of clones
Breathe in
Rebuild
Cannot close our eyes
Construction paper traffic corner office destruction
The cityscape burns brighter by the hour
Clock tower: bring
the monument was first proposed in 1923 by South Dakota historian Doane Robinson, and was taken up by sculptor Gutzon Borglum. Construction began in 1927
, broken arm
I remember how now, played football
With friends standing on the gate
And he hit the ball wrong, and the kick was very strong
By the way, my
it's hard to hold on, remember
The night is the darkest always before dawn
Won't you please dry your eyes
Cuz my love is real, and I'm here by your side
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
arm
I got that rollie on my arm
I got that rollie on my arm
I get it by any means
I keep a stick in the whip for my enemies
Don't try to intervene
embrace
Say that certain word, sigh that certain sigh
And with all my heart, to your arms I'll fly
It's strange, how we are changed
By the things that seem
Niggas strapped with cold arms movin' through the snowstorm[00:14.05]Temperature below freeze bees still swarming[00:16.72]Motherfuckers is droppin'
These arms
That hang here by my side
These arms that ache to open wide
Are useless arms with nothing left to do
Since these arms
Stopped holding
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
the work
Hustlin' servin' all the work
Construction get it out the dirt
Dive in, don't go head first
Dive in, don't go head first
Dive in, don't go head
Just me
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All wen a jus me yeah all by miself... yeah
All wen a jus me A roll by miself
Ah 3 AK ina di Benz
Don't need no
nobody's favorite
Working like construction carve my name up in the pavement
Grind like Rocky out here chasing all the clucking chickens
Brick by brick by
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