Lyrics:
Royalists loyal to the monarch of the day
Defended Scarborough castle
Many died so they say
By sixteen forty-five
Roundhead forces closed on in
The castle
where Hollywood used to be
And it ain't no forties, it ain't no blunts
I ain't had no ass in five years and eight months
Five more years pass, and I
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
away
Your forty-fives away
Your alibis away
Your silly lies away
Your old tie-dyes away
Your one more tries away
You're moving out today
Your nasty
bangin', one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
"Use that bitch to protect your family," that's what he
and dot my Is
Contemplating on ways of breaking out this nine to five
Staring in the mirror and I question, "Who am I?"
Five years I been living, and I
Take off quick , the forty on him, never take a chance again tho
Hop on the whip and he gets going drives a 94 Cadillac
Bought that shit with 4,5 bricks
down on my last
Then them two giffys hit
Me and Stan hit the road, boy
That's two fifty strips
Fuck is a forty stick? This is two 50 clips
All-wheel
Went and got a couple pounds
Off a couple plants
You aint riden with the homies
You dont understand
Put 5 double 0s in my own my hand
To put UGLY
pocket Ghost? A Dill pickle
Not that, oh, that's the forty five stainless nickel
I'm pullin' a green, gotta G for the biggest ass
On the floor who look
Bitch I'm that guy
Bitch I'm that fly
Got like five up in the wood bitch I'm that high
Please don't ask why I got all this cash by
Been giving them
the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
Ya feel me?
Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four
Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road
Body full
check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
I'll change
Brodie don't smoke
He got a baby bottle for the pain
Was rookie of the year two years
Ago then polished up my game
European sneakers
Pull up
home tonight
Forty-five years fly on by
team
I put twenty-five full years under my belt
I got my lady's love resting right under my velt
(Yo moka what's velt?) That's my underwear get it
team
I put twenty-five full years under my belt
I got my lady's love resting right under my velt
(Yo moka what's velt?) That's my underwear get it
if you go on YouTube
Leave a nasty comment
I'll get around to reading
When we next see Halley's Comet
Twenty Sixty-One
That's 40 whole years
I don't
he got the plan
Like all my pictures she might be a stan
5 percent tint you can’t see what I’m in
Strapped with the Ar we too militant
Life is amazing
I have the plan...
I am in the can... With this man... cnd this guy's a stan...
Oh no, Jesus fuck! What the fuck? Fuck you, Sean. This sucks
Sean...
to a pebble
Why get your panties in a bunch
This forty five kick
Is a one hitter quitter punch
Niggas get ate up for lunch
Whether south side or the Dino
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
With weather
Hurricanes 5 every year
Starting from now to forever
Death's in the millions to fear
Then the earthquakes and flooding
Natural disasters
What you are about to hear has been deemed
Declassified by rebel intelligence
Agency Project Vela
Stand by for transmission
Detection of nuclear
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