Lyrics:
the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia
Rode a boy with a six gun in his hand
And his daring life of crime
made him a legend in his time
to know.
Running away from it all,
I'll be safe in the cornfields, he thinks, hunted by his own
Santana Full Moon Lyrics
Again he feels the moon rising
the junk
Put a sticker on the cover: "X-Rated Funk"
It's just me, you say I won't go far
But I won't stop rapping cause I rap so hard
From here to New
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia
Rode a boy with a six gun in his hand
And his daring life of crime
Made him a legend in his time
the romance
And danger waiting in it
Beneath the broadway lights
Gotta see the whole town right from yonkers
On down to the bay in just one day
New york, new
that this is what you like
I'm your type, I know that this is what you like
Shawty from the Bay, she in New York
She said, "Dolla when you comin'
on murders premeditated
Absurd I hesitated observe cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking Saki on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer stupid
bitch
Ya, this Young Khalifa man
Mr blow it by the iddo, yup
And I've been state to state man
From here to there
Smoke the best of the best, you know?
So
former suffering will fade from mind
One Sunday morning as I was walking
By Brisbane Waters I chance to stray
I heard a convict his fate bewailing
Trains of thought, torn twice by rails
Right or left, the fires burn quite, quite well
Is it green, is it red, was there blood on your hems
In the bay
she bought a round trip ticket
To San Francisco by the bay.
Trouble at home, she said she couldn't take it.
She needed time to get away.
(repeat
shooting from Range 30 clip like Wardell in the Bay
I map it I plan it I get it I know
They want us to lose but we'll never know
From the concrete I rose
ever knew
From Miloli'i, Ka La'e and the beach at Punalu'u
She never met a fish she couldn't toss into a stew
Every day after school with her grandpa by
at all
I went from leaning on the side, now my backs on the wall
Inside the cracks between the bricks you find that hazy we balled
Not smoking lazy by
I just copped a eighth got it all sewn up
Invite shordy to my place that’s wassup sho nuff
Prolly kick it by the lake till the sun comes up
From her
With hopes of one day owning a yacht, drop an O on the block
Get low from the cops, y'all know I been hot
Since 1st Street, over twenty deep in
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
of the Kings, from Martin to Bobby to 'Nard
(They probably not getting that bar)
By now, you know these are for me
Or people on Genius, they reading
And they
Windows down, wind in my face
Shadows comin 'round, the sun they'll replace
And I speed toward the sun
Speed away from growing old
Speed away from
cause I'm not from the D
But I got 7 mile niggas that cop by the P
I rock sub compact with the stock in the G
He sipping syrup out a thermos he got it
she's gonna get
I'll bust every play, every juug, every lick
And I'm ridin' 'round the bay puffin cook
Tryna dodge twelve crackers fruity by the foot
I'm sayin'?
When you comin' from the bay,
alot of things don't seem like they can't happen in life
You just gotta put effort into it, you know what I'm
The driver came here from another land
Caffeine and courage keeps him rolling through the night
Quick pass through Tokyo on his way to Manila
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