Lyrics:
But this ain't a Game
See I'm bout Money
You searching for fame
HO
Walking on any hoe
This ain't a treadmill
Taking out any body
No warning
had called them by name
And they answered
We will abandon it all for the sake of the call
No other reason at all but the sake of the call
Wholly
There are no words in times like these
When tears don't hide the tragedies
And all you want is a reason for the world
No comfort in the greeting
wanna?)
Would you like to try? Give me a reason why
Give me all that you got
Maybe you’ll do fine as long as
You don’t lie to me
And pretend to be what
feel like I just needed love
And I'm done with all the looks for love, I feel like I seen enough
Bitches did me cold, I'll make it a snow zone, I seen
Cash pockets fats
Flooded all my avenues my baby stack
Run run it back
If he pull out Draco I'll pull out the Mac
State my wishes by the minute
around, y'all
Niggas ain't get back for they get back, I'm lettin' rounds off
I still be in the land with all the killers, where my hoodies at
Got shot by
gone feast
You don't get a piece
Okay reason reason I resent you more
Pay attention things you can't afford
No positions I don't take no order
This my
Davi it's been a while since we talked, tell me how you doing?
I just been all to myself, tell me, how about you?
I been smilin' a lot and I'm doin'
Police say it's a clean up operation of booby traps set by the terrorists
ABC's Linsey Davis is on the ground in Nairobi tracking all the developments
of the planet
By a disease they claim has no cure
In the matter of a blinking eye
All of us right now can testify
Take a stand, radical man, oh
stack stack stack
All I start to hear is clap clap clap
(Blowing Racks baby)
See the reason I been feelin' kinda stressed
I been holdin' all this
Y'all dudes rap like you're reading The Source
Wale rap like he read a thesaurus
I'm the reason the atheist can scream for the Lord
The second blessing no
no time for patient or complication
Let's get it done right, my clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So niggas lose stripes or lose
all I need was a hand trigger
Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas?
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
And fear of man grow
world is my boss and my word, and I don't break them for no reason
I'm big o, but you can call me Tony, whoa, these Niggas faker than phony, I feel like
go by Youngboy or Kodak (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You liked me when I had no swag (You did)
That's how I know it was true love (You dig)
How our shit
Any body came through that door was a gonner
64th I ate balogna and kicked it with mac and sonya
In French Village I sold dope for my folks in a place
saturday
What a tragedy flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects
Tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back
like that
Can you give me one good, one good, one good reason
Not to fuck it up like that, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no
Don't wanna fuck this up like
Haha
For all my niggas in the hood (yeah!)
Livin' the life of a ghetto star
(You know) You know how we do it hahaha
Makaveli
Just holla my
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
No need for rest we bout to stay up yeah
Can’t catch me i’m splashin
In the chase ya i’m dashin
To the bank just got paid gotta cash in man
All these
a pitbull
Just layin for a reason to pull
on you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way
I'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way
But then
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