Lyrics:
about time the world caught up with trick homeboy
Cause the war never stopped round here
Weapons of all kinds are homemade or supplied by cops
Drugs are
scarred up and I'm fine with it
My body art a laundry list of all of life's unkindnesses
But, I still sip tea and chant Om and live free
'Cause hardships
my ass kicked in the glow of an exit sign
The cop's got some friendly advice, says
"You don't want problems with the crew that runs with those guys"
nigga I love thots)
I like what I like
Don't say shit, nigga this my life
Never be the same, it always be different thot crews
Where you comin'
ass she was too wit' it
She was fucking wit' a lame ass nigga
He ain't know what to do wit' it
Now I gotta let the crew hit it
Tour bus living, no
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
got balls this should remind ya
-ima franchise, right by you're liar, dumb freak divider, fuel for the fire
Thank god hisle, now niggas call a siree,
And my Sprite, is purple so I'm moving slow
On my side, my dogs moving rocks and hay
And I slide, by how I'm chopping blades
When I drive, I got a big
the laughter we exhibited
Is it lying by the wayside where it fell
When did we became inhibited
Be yourself my comic angel
You can be the captain
I'm
fools
Or playing with crews, you dudes must have got it confused
Tena Jones paper chasing, mama need some new shoes
To the homie Mod, Tena, the lineage
back in da days
On a Sunday afternoon
Me and the crew, just jammin' the oldie tune
The weather was cool and the sky was blue
Daily spinning, hit
ride the rhythm without pride
What the hell's a Journeyman? Hipped me to the game
Katie brought em by and life would never be the same
What you say is
on stoppin' any time soon
That's why fools try to be down with my crew
But you recitin' feeble(?) chatter, either that or beatin' off
Peace to No Name,
high von dem Jibbit
Willst du Streit mit der Clique, nach 'nem Drive-by ist finish
Life is a bitch, einfach weiter und fick es
Survival
and decoys
Hey yo I'm bad news for crews
I ain't fucking with you
Ain't got nothing to prove, nothing to lose
I be up in the booth and
I'm fitting to let loose
with a gun and holster
Homie I don't need to stunt
Or a ton of promotions
Stomp the streets like I'm running
With a hundred soldiers
Live with
Dead men tell no stories
Liars can’t live in the street
Whatever plans God has for me
I’ll cooperate instead of compete
We coming for ‘em nigga
the wrong crew, son
Our demons will haunt you
Psycho+Logical cats'll blow a shot
Through your caps
Known for rockin' an axe, a dull sledge
We decapitate heads
Rather die enormous than live dormant
That's how I'm on it
That's the Jay-Z lyric that I'm living by
I promise
Gotta take that leap and don't look
Look
construct
Steam -engine driven sub
Built by the hand of man
A captain, his crew
In a vessel full of dew
Below the surface of water
They swam
Lived their lives
got too many gangsters on your team with you (CyHi)
What's crazy, is real live spots
It don't be no dope on Sundays, or thots (get yo' money and get
folks didn't make it, body lock, need more than a recover
I'm a city baby, but I'm on the paper gettin' head by a bitch like Dora
Anyway, I'm straight
shit coming a mile away
straight to the point
aku tak main by the ways
tak penting
if u lil boys even gotta say
stick to my ground i dont gotta
my souls controlled by the late billy holiday, me and eric
Strung got all the way, rainy alarm with the charm of a nickel
As barm, then I sell you
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