Lyrics:
land that shit yeah with ease
All I do is push a button and I wake up with the green (I ain't lyin')
Yes I do, yeah I'm talkin' them blue screens
Them
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
A lonely mother gazing out of the window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side
But he
my hearts crushed
Can't find what I need so it's all fucked
I don't care if it's a OG washed up
I don't even care if it's a fan leave ''em star struck
Space Jam shoes
I'm a Mon-Star
Turn into a rocker
Concrete shoes I'm a mobster
To crabs in a bucket I'm a lobster
I became a watcher
Helipad Hoodie in
built so high we'd get vertigo
We'd jam for hours in basements and bedrooms and try to break through the wall
The world we knew had no guards and no
holding me back when I'm leaning on God, on God
I can see overhead
So bright in the midnight silhouette
The lights they flash as they go right by
Oh what it
confused
What's left was left behind by you
Kept it all for you
My anger my love
cnd my sadness too
I have gratitude
Everything since been
In spite of you
it all by my design
It calm me down to hear that lit spark
Smoke the night away until it’s sweet dreams
Money on my mind I close my eyes and see
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
degree
And my elders excel
I mean what the hell
We might as well bridge these gaps
In all before we fall in the fire
It's a million MCs upon a plan they
bitches just get them a bag
I hop out the coup jump in the jag
All the people be watching my swag
They tryna see whats the price on my tag
Niggas be
be puttin'
All over the Earth if we can get there first
Now that we are in it, footprints are bein' printed,
So if you recognize 'em you can try
the motherfuckin' E-S-O
And you can tell when I hit the place
All them star-struck bitches jump in my face
And get shot to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they
Jam my line nigga jam my line
We do overtime all the time
Pull up in yo city whip a zip up
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord
A dirty broad
A lonely mother gazin' out of the window
Staring at her son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side
But he
fifty, them stars we scar well
Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck
Then got stuck in one stroke, the mobb clutch
Laid up, sippin all types
Yeah
Woo
Benjamin beats bruh
Yeah
Yup
Yeah
And everybody was talking about you in the back of the room
I think it was out of the blue
I happened
slapped
By your own hand
Look in the mirror
See you're no man
If you don't expand
I'll pay a couple of grand
Touch the lives of you and your clan
Thats who
don’t need, know what I’m talking bout
Direct your thoughts in a positive direction while controlling your emotions at all times. Learn from
the down payment now
See you soon
I tell you, I've got five star reviews
And by that I mean I
Have five one-star reviews
Which is basically the same thing
an all seeing eye
CIA and Google maps they're both tied together in a partnership
Lets be real Google is a CIA asset is anyone even surprised by that
I
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