Lyrics:
and even lasting a year
Yeah I made my mistakes, yeah I paid my dues
Hated by blacks, made enemies with jews
I was 7 years ahead of my time in '92
I said
It's for my tough times through
But I came with revenge
This life don't blend
Until the end we living day by day
Positive fuck the opposite
Nigga we
Michelle Obama won't stop sexting me
Fat people look awesome in Spandex
Nobody's ever got killed by Aaron Hernandez
2Pac's alive, Smurfs are black
Witches
stays a trend.
But in the end, What?
I wish em all of the best,
and all the success,
No time to give myself stress,
My kitchen now only 1 chef,
Left
Grab the suit and tie, had to do it to 'em
I ain't givin out my time to a goofy nigga
Drop a hunnid K on a loser nigga (Laudiano)
The first nigga
motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre"
First rhyme that I memorized, played it 'bout 100 times
Learned every fucking line, stuck up in my crazy mind
through my phone
I searched the whole world over
Then I found I was in my dome
Bro, from the start, had
The hardest bars, bitch, i'm Marcus Smart
I go hard
spaceship
Expensive cars you do not wanna race bitch
This gas hit so hard makes me wonder what it's laced with
I just do my thing drop by the stu collect my
(Verse 1)
I struck down like lightning; pardon my manners
cnd slick grammar, time to flow, don't hold bladders
I threw my nine daggers like Bruce
by John Williamson
Real country people in their prime,
Livin' in New South on Queensland time
He's a stockman, likes raisin' sheep,
Likes
back-and-forth I'm running laps around these artists I keep craving more you think you're headed for the crown it's time you change your course I'm taking your
you needed
When it blast...they must move
You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start
Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(let's do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
say I'm the one
I like to have a knock I handle business like its rocks
And let my blind blow when the drop check the hard top
Its kill pretty through
rich
But I'm down by the ocean doing what I want
And right now it's the good old days.
Chorus
When we get old we're gonna talk about the good times
time to give myself stress
My kitchen now only 1 chef
Left virgin, greenhouse, new success
So, don't stress, mess test us
Just leave, train, plane,
split no bullshit once you get hit
Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads
If you strict catholic
You're Arabic, King of Nazareth
I'm John Huston, listen
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