Lyrics:
your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all
crowd
Or if I steal your clout
And my boys got something in his pouch
A grinder filled to the brim with loud
I usually buy by the 8th, but my boy there
there's no idea too
Who cares, the girls are good
Full relaxation
Nirvana state of mind
It sounds so fucking good
But it's all right, it's OK that's a part
is good
That's the bird that fucked the game up
Cut the head off lames and platinum niggaz, your boy done came up
Got my aim up, favorite bling with
know why or how
FUCK!
BITCH!
I don't play no games go check your mate
Fuck around and get your squad all wrapped up in the cellophane
Boy went for
your gut
And praying i see my sun.
Im using my Ak's to penetrate heaven's gates to find a solid solution instead of being a stale
Mate in my life
Who
let go and be whole.
Together let's face our grief head on
We'll honor our loved ones and move on.
Then it's time!
I'll whisper in your ear a tale
When it all seemed hopeless
ct home in the zone
Some of y'all seem homeless
You can spot shook ones by the way they approach us
Love that look on your
like a cook, mother fucker
Putting all my cookies in a bowl
Glue cookies from your hoe
Tryna show you what it took, mother fucker and I panic
I don't
awoke I was still in the tank but the army had abandoned our base
I peeked my head out and saw Taliban soldiers crawling all over the place
I developed
gates
Surrounded by them snakes
They be all up in your face and
Tryna talk the fire and crack on statements
Don't pen the affidavit
Man I shouldn't have
And every time you think you're safe
And when you go to turn away
You know they're sharpening all their knives
All in your mind
All in your head
Try
(Consider your race, your city and state)
(Your third world or US of A)
He placed me right here (Consider your race)
(By God's design
You were placed in time
grab ya by ya head, SLAM
Leave when ya bleedin red, WHAM
Then let fate, run its course
Call the plug, he's the source
Of the good kush, gets us romped
when you say my name
Better be a mate because if your a fake
Then it's off with your head like a snake in the garden
Ain't no way imma pardon
So today
and my nigga exchanged words then parted ways
you swore to god all day
your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways
(g.
man put their all in faith
Your minds in a duality warring state
I'm comfortable like a warm embrace
I looked into my own akashic book and inside
Good morning America, good morning to Erica
Who gave me good head while watching good morning America
And good day New York, have a good day in
livin'
It look good in the beginning
But there’s never a happy ending
Where the money and the power
With your back blown off
Used to be pride in your life
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
a good one on my cheek
Now I'm trying to pull his head down so I can knee it
But he's got my ear
He's twisting it round so much that it's
Really
in the center of my life
Wooo!
This that type a shit, that you just bob your head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
This that type
a headless body on the wall
Is it your body? Where's your head?
It must be down the hall, is it tangled in intestines?
Screaming and trying to reconnect
In
I’m a hit you wit the check
Mate
You think that you can
Play me
You all up in my
Face
I see itp every
Day
I’m a hit you wit the check
Mate
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