Lyrics:
All up in your head
Suited for the bullshit
Like mobsters
Maybe that's just nonsense
Maybe I just got
A guilty conscious
Shifted around by my hardships
filled with hate only the real can relate
Read your book to feed thy soul and keep walking by faith
So many signs of the end of times are you prepared
head[00:39.36]Stupid lil' bitch should've never said my name[00:41.40]When I see you's on sight, I'ma bust your fuckin' brain[00:43.92]Lil' bitch, I don't play when it
heard the truth in all the numbers
Our world in a dead-end
I've been woken from my slumber
Don't hang on, hold your head high, don't wait in line
Where
the bag
Baby she fine with that
Why do we live
Hurting insane
Lethal inside my head
Compare me with wine
The older I get
The better my flow will get
Hang up
Down in the valley valley so low
Hang your head over hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow dear hear the wind blow
Hang your head over hear
shit
It must have been at least 16 years ago
Well I put 'em in your cask-oww
Moving past it, it still ain't registered yet
But you can bet you're
packs)
Known to make a meal straight off from scratch
I can pull your girl with my hand tied behind my back
Flipping packs, I'm a silver-back, ain't
team is a magazine of M-16's
But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
Welcome back
gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!"
These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts "Nurse we're losing him, check
Verse )
Uh
Free Run 16
LETS GO !
Niggas Couldn’t See Me
Not Even With Spare Time
Got His Heads All In The Clouds
But I’m Feeling This Air Sign
Word on the street niggas needed a lesson
And how lucky cause class is in session
Now sit yo ass down pay attention and listen
And raise your hand if you
you out and i'm a stoner kid[01:53.15]Borrowing your bitch for the head don't want ownership[01:55.52]Tell me something new not what i knew don't like
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
you hang your head
Nobody can tell
Your my Virginia bluebell
My Virginia bluebell
Even through a storm
A flower can bloom
You just need a little push
to the bar, drinks on us
If you wanna hang out with the gangstas, y'all go 'head
I'm just gonna count a little mothafuckin' bread
If y'all wanna slither with
and out?
And you know I'm at your bitch house
Like Nike, in then I'm out
I ain't know to cop sticks, so was in the hang, I was in the couch
Ain't know
or the blonde hair
These days they judge by the clothes that a don wears
Beat's guaranteed if you're moving in Moncler
I let it bang from 16 to 18
How can’t you
Them boys you bout to play with no joke
They'll stand up in your lobby blow smoke
Them boys will hang your body no rope
The fifth will hit your body
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
skills
Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build
Keep it real, get your head rocked when I wreck shop
I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your
Niggas already know, we all got bread
Niggas already know, I'm coming for your head
Niggas already know, I want your spot
Niggas already know, cuz ain't
Words and music by roddy frame
When the rainy season comes
I hang my head
For all the things I've seen
And done and said
And then I wonder why
I
one more time
I fell for your lies again
But I just wanted you tonight
Take a deep breath, count to ten
Feel myself falling right in
I call, you hang
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