Lyrics:
by,
He's got a shoulder if I need to cry,
And when I think that I'm going O.K.,
I look at him and say
Daddy can you see me?
Daddy can you hear
Oh yeah
Yaye yie yaye yie
I wake up in the morning I pray and say my grace oh yeah
Medi me lane mu me mpe wo case
Everything I have now is all by
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
to the rhymes, 'cause its time to make gravy
If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby
All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh)
Stick out
hand's joint, they turn into flesh lop
Yeah, them muthafuckas think a psycho is jokin'
Crooked cops on the loose, fuck a truce, bust they head open
getting singled out by teachers, was I winning? No
For situations that I got into with other kids
I would take the bigger fall, and they'll be good and free
the night)
I used to wear a smile upside down
Depression was my favourite gown
but now, I go by the name of god’s laughter (ah ah ah eh!)
A.K
been plottin come perfectly to fruition
Took twelve hundred and turned it into 3k
Niggas comin up to me to lay the play by play
Now I can tell the game
soul
Planets turned into a dust - the Munich Sun had shone
While the autumn leaves are burning with their emblems on gallows
Solidified human shadows
tunes
Brodie with me he doesn’t f**k with brooms
Stop all internet capping for views
I cannot wait till I run into you
Send me the drop I’m already there
case took a L
Jury wasn't tryna work his way
Bail 30k
Didn't have it that day
Fundraising didn't work
Up the price by the day
Down bad off the homie
müssen aufhören zu labern und auf jeden Fall
strategisch verfahren:
den Feind beobachten und dann ganz langsam enttarnen
Wörter sind wie der Wind und laut
but the love be coming slow
When you fall they gonna act, like it's a show
Deceiving by the look you'll never know
Give a hundred they gon' flex it just
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K
Looking at the life you rented
I just wanna take it, bend it
I'll improve it with the method
'Til you just bad bad Betty Boop
I'll tap into you
Y2K turn
Oh, oh
Emp, Finn Foxell
Talk is cheap
Uh
Like
Rock it out to Saturn, fox hungry
Get a portion for him waiting on a pal
So I'm posted by
happen, K
Cause nigga I'm good, I don't have to touch money like Apple Pay
I'm turning passion into purpose
So deep and I barely scratched the surface
Rap
piece of shit, so I just slip and slide
Farther into the hole I've dug myself into
I try to compensate by medicating 'til my brain is fried
So I guess
basically see
What all we can be
I wouldn't mind if we were said to be in a tree
K. I. S. S. I. N. G
That rhyme was childish like Donald glover
Can't put into
got em in my chain
I go by juice to you niggas double cup i'm leaving a stain
I double back and i'm loaded making music is like a drug
Wonder if i'm
and do my thang keepin niggas on amp
It's Mack 10 kickin shit from the Hoo-Bangin camp
[K-Mac]
Haha (nigga)
I just, wake up and ball y'all (Whattup
And dreams lived all throughout '07
EU kinships with No Trigger begin
Anticipating the fall with New Found
Awe struck by GB in Berlin
And sometimes
put that on my people
And just cause you got it don't mean that we equal, Bitch
I'm rollin' with a block on the freeway
Young nigga trap by the 3way
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