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Alchemy; that's lead into gold
Wisdom, key yeah call man Odin
Lay low when I walk on the road
The magic man; when I wear black
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
What was criticized six years back
Is now back
With New York on the jersey front and back
Feel like Tiger Woods
Got madd goods
Way up from the cheap
What was criticized six years back
Is now back
With New York on the jersey front and back
Feel like Tiger Woods
Got mad goods
Way up from the cheap
feeding
What we really need to chance in life is some achieving
Oh man
We on the rise
It's our time
It's our time to headline
Oh man
We gone shine
It's our
I know
Dealers who’d back me by fronting me work
And I won’t front, it won’t work
Once again it’ll hold me back from gettin back to work ( Damn)
I
(Catch 22 you can tell by the sound)
(ZombieOnTheTrack)
Mobbin' round town like I ain't got nothin' to lose
Mike a young fly nigga they sayin' it
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
a deep sleeper
Goal getter, big thinker
Not influenced by the hot liquor
Mama said ""You're not a Gold digger""
Work Hard, Play Hard Wiz Khalifa,
I want why'all to bust some shit man
And tell these niggas man, that why'all invented
That motherfucking for, every motherfucking body
And they
That's not your rhyme sonny, so please let go my Eggo
"I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon"
Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission
Front face
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
as you yawning
Feeling like I'm Conan
Here to fuck up your whole program
Who can fuck with us, no man
Hiiipower slow dance
Kick a funky toe jam, gold
the fronts
Man, attention getting paid too much
And even on the scene & I seen enough
Apologies when the screams get rough
Now follow me and G.O.D we trust
All
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
Since he already rowdy I'm just asked the man (Dang)
You want some work well partner put in your bid
And by the way now what's your name, they call me
bid
And by the way now what's your name, they call me Layzie the Kid.
The name's Powder Pete, can I get a twelve gauge!
Outlaw every day, on the front
front teeth is crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body
She got a lien on my soul
Well, I'm going to Rosedale
I'm gonna take my rider by my side
man when him talk
You can see seh him a madman
Front load with the shotta
In a back hand
An him suppose seh him
Walk with a strap, huh
So don't go
And when I wake up
I'll finally be
The man you've prayed for
Just wait and see
The world premiere, now, with front row seats
Red carpet absence
No path
When I was young shit I thought myself I ain’t have a dad
So I hit the block wit all of my bros to get to a bag
In the bando the cops hit the front
It's so complex
I come from the streets where they run yeah
I made it so I cannot front yeah
Did a little thing
Smoke a little trees am I done yet no
Flip minks when he ball
Chicks faint when he call
Big links in the mall
Got a hot crib, gold force
And this ain't by the falls
Bitch drinkin' my balls
Just me
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All wen a jus me yeah all by miself... yeah
All wen a jus me A roll by miself
Ah 3 AK ina di Benz
Don't need no
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