Lyrics:
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Will you mix their martinis
Will you stand still for it
Or will you take to the hills
It could be clay and it could
three are better
There is nothing that can hold us back
We're tearing down your walls, wood
Stone and glass
Who built your house? Cuz it's useless, bro
think it was madе by 50 Cent
He is my idol, and I pray to him
When I go and, yеah
I am harder than a 3-week-old turd
I am flyer than 47 birds no you guys
that God calls on me
I see the smoke in the air
You know I need a fix
This life no it ain't fair
I'm just caught up in the mix
Gems stones and coal
of mine will leave mark ass niggas far behind
I seen it every time
They come and go
That's why I drop to my knees
And ask god to distinguish friend
I'll turn to Oscars Will Smith
Don't like her name in Chris mouth, but cool when it's Tupac's dick
I would whoop all these niggas, but I would never hit
gotta keep it movin
Gotta prove it
I ain't really choose it, this life I live
I wanna sit back and talk my shit
But if they runnin up imma need a smith
Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone
Outspoken, here's a token of my appreciation
I bring drama like Jason
Who can see me? You better ask Superman
for his
and mix it Seven figures if you niggas listen
We went house to house and couch and couch just to fuck up the kitchen
No Cap! They know I'm the man
If im
rock Louboutins
By the red on my soles
I'm hearing y'all rap
Can't help but laugh
I'm running it back
And think it's a joke
Remember back then when
What can I say except you're welcome for these houses?
I got too much funny in me, I'm so lucky in me
It's the year of the rabbit, I got that bunny in me
keep punching
We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now, solid
I concur time it slurs and it blurs
The vision like
keep punching
We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now, solid
I concur time it slurs and it blurs
The vision like
they're not a threat
I said what I said, production by Ced
Im finally back at it, yeah I caught my breath
1
1 and then the 2
2 and then the 3
3 and then
tylko czarny jeans
Czarne ciuchy czarna dusza
Jestem niczym Will Smith
Iron-smith
I do smoke
I don't know
Jestem tak jak kowal
Tylko kuje swój własny los
Gotta watch out for them critters
I get the party live Common Sense will get the party live huh
I get the party live Common Sense will get
corner, come let tha thing beam
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another, hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece
with Sony
I am legend
Killing niggas at will
Smith and wess in my pocket
Like nigga I'm Uncle Phil
In my prime like I'm optimus
Transforming
with Sony
I am legend
Killing niggas at will
Smith and wess in my pocket
Like nigga I'm Uncle Phil
In my prime like I'm optimus
Transforming
I got that lemon Sprite babe
I got that lemon sprite babe
Boo hoo don't be scared. I do roll with A Smith no will I do do
Roll with some Jedis they
crazy you gon' get it
You gone get it quick, flip a nigga switch
Lights out, nice watch sucka,
Run it 'fore your time's out
Pipe down, this is my house
inside, started showing
Then the flame burnt out
And the same smoke clouds
Formed above my house
And started storming me out
It was pouring down
silver plate with a
Fookin doyley on it?
CRAIG: To be honest
In this house I'd be grateful
For a cuppa that
Doesn't taste like it's been sieved
Through
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
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