Lyrics:
up on your fake thrones
You're young now but just wait until you grow old
When life gets real you'll remember all these words I wrote
I went
you in the middle of a field getting attacked by old yeller
And it's gets better blow torch block of cheddar
And some field mice they'll love
the field, I can't lack
I'm live on the radio with that wap
Or I'm on a fast lane with shank
I got a hoodie up, I wear hats
Or I get recognised by dem kats
swimming pool
Zombies couldn't get him while floating in a Inner-tuber
He was just chillin like the world wasn't ending soon
Don't know where to go
your early days, now all you do complain
About the world did you wrong and out to get you
Get off your self entitled high horse, you'd sue life if it
Don't get your blood on my Louis', cause this shit high fashion
Big Benz, souped up coupe, ammo on the side with a bullet proof roof
Opps wanna slide we
that's heaven-sent won't settle when I'm better than
Your biases of who's equipped to get lit
I'll fire wit missiles till retirement produced by my
align
Wake up weezy this your time
Wake up wait up this all mine
Wake up hold up stay on the grind
Wake up weezy don't hold back
Stand up u can never fall
You have the right to remain violent and start whylin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein' you
Get in your car, start it, and start
You have the right to remain violent and start whylin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein' you
Get in your car, start it, and start
clothes like L.E.
Back to the basics
Step out the matrix
Step out your cool
Baby, get on my spaceship
I seen her face lit
She seen a sign like a mace
you gotta hold on and take my hand
I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on
Well, God bless your crooked little heart
St. Louis got the best
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
Bronx to get your furious five
40 ounce of malt liquor, joint stuffed with the pie
Boss nigga, best nigga, let y'all do deciding
Hot spitter, dead
on your neck gotta take away your frown
You knew by my height that a nigga put it down
I hope that you stay haven't felt this in a while
You know you're
Gotta go and get it, by any means
GT Garza shot out big homie
La Maquina the Time Machine
Yeah, Lend Me Yo Ear ENT
Lets get it
Look, they be like
G
You gotta find your peace. You gotta, you gotta
Peace and serenity. You gotta, you gotta
You gotta find your peace. You gotta, you gotta
Peace
to appreciate all the moves you make
All the chances you gotta take
The way to get ahead is to have the fear in your eyes
The only way to get by is for you
downfall
He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry
you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a Braveheart to get back your jewelry
You aint from my hood, don't even rep Q.B.
Nature moved to Marcy
Man
get some love for free
I wanna hold you, I gotta hold you
Hold you baby close to me, close to me
I wanna hold you, I gotta hold you
Hold you baby
mother
I'm tryin' to tell you when it's on
You gotta keep your head to the sky
And be strong, most of all, hold on
Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong!
armor will make you feel calmer or safe from the drama, deplow stealth
military bombers, ass out, get down on your knees and pray; illuminati
takes your
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