Lyrics:
of rain all week
And the high today is gonna be eighty-three
They're playing highway 101 on 102.5
An eighteen wheeler by my side
Numbers all around,
when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it
enemies jump
So motherfuck your cookie crew the avenue be rollin through
Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna do
Niggas wanna grab they
it up
Smoke that 929... Gumbo
Met her in the park... Dumbo
Ima All Star Head... Honcho
She wanna smoke paper fonto
Yeah I love that Mary Jane
Smoke
Stars they fade into the day time as the morning sun burns them away
Stars they fade into the day time as the morning sun burns them away
Hi, let me
Was there to see all of the real raw shit, but you ain't stay
Well, I got, kept it all to myself, you know what I mean?
It's understandable
You
I been sleeping on the roof of my building
It's cooler than the street
I been watching the setting sun
As it bounces off the avenue
Turning into
lovers all the stars in the skies
Sing of Stone haven water home, Stone haven Sunrise
Stone haven Sunset the desert's on fire
Christ on the cross
Can you smell the Fires on Jefferson avenue
So much screaming
Gunfire symphonies all around
Suspended in time
Surrounded by death
Awake and aggressively
world
Another World, y'all
We transmit another world
Black Star 'bout to shine from what
Yo Mos, ain't it a shame how these people treating life
If the sun goes dark and the skies turn grey
All we have is today all we have is today
If the stars fall from the sky please don't cry
It'll be ok
why, cause she's
Doing the Super Bowl
And she's thinking about the Grammy's
And then I'm doing the Grammy's
And I'm thinking about the NBA all-star
Game
Clothes different
You caint fit in my jeans
Giving thottie bi***es nothing
Buddha pockets
Just to hold up the breesh
Gimme neck aint no discussion
Tailing
chains in the pool, Michael Phelps
I serve you super good, like a five-star up on Yelp
Choppa got extendos hunt like I'm a Renfroe
Stackin' all these
where every path you take is marked
and every story in your heart
all comes running back to you
baby, down on Chelsea Avenue
Didn't we love to love
enemies jump
So motherfuck your cookie crew the Avenue be rollin through
Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you want to do
Niggas want to grab
just the way I am
Children of Light, We the children of truth
And it's not by His might or his power it's
All by His Spirit and I'm living proof
I was
the dancefloor, shit turned into a fire
Okay,
I'll have two G&T's extra lime
Extra large, extra thyme
Extra ice to match my extra ice
Five star restaurant life by
the Machine, flyin over the Atlantic ocean
with the potion
Chorus: cool Keith
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin down Broadway
What y'all
moved to new york
In a dream they seemed caught
Where all had been perfectly planned
She decorated their park avenue apartment
In a 1920's
niggas grilling
Now when I fire up your grill they'll say why you killing
Bang bang BSB gang brick star boys dealing cocaine
Got me black and white stones
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious
Blocks on fire (You're a star)
(Blocks on fire)
Fiends getting higher (You're a star
a cartoon
And if you step
I hope you pack a serious nine
Cause if you don't
Your sorry ass will be all mine
Cause I'm a warrior
I'll make a fire out
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