Lyrics:
Royce
Of the family I'm a favorite choice
Buddy named Homer, used to be a loner
Now he got a girl by the name of Mona
Now that Homer's marries to Mona
when that day did come
With his pockets full of coins he got the bus to the city
He watched the view become less shitty and gritty
Even though he was
him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in fear of me
And had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin see
That was enough to slow his whole
And made it complicated for him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in fear of me
And had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin' see
That was
Heads been caught up in the things that woo me
Like writing lyrics and producing new schemes
Limited edition I'm that you should keep
You ain't got no,
so cold that hell
It'self done froze over
Like an unplugged toaster
You ain't got no heat
The last time you battled a God
You spent eternity up in
Is always lovin war
(The one who's on the front line
Well he ain't as sure)
Don't appreciate all your blessings
You need to struggle more
(Might have
of the week
Flex in Givenchy, 2K for my jeans
Steppin in Fendi, no Jays on my feet
Trap out the AirBnB with my peeps
Got a new spot by the beach on the East
Went from rhythm and blues to rapping rhythm in the Blues
Thinking back to a time before Fortune lost his fortune
There was MauMau, way before he brought
he snatched a phone GOD clear him of his sins,
Got the news and my gut hurt, I wish it was a dream,
Texted you asked how you doing but you ain't said
Chicago’s Westside!
HO HO mama let’s ride…
We roll
Bonnie and Clyde
I ain’t goin’ out quiet…
Got time on my left wrist
God to my right
But I’m outta my right
Microhard
(repeat)
Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know
He is
Gotta go I gotta get it now
Been plotting on it for a minute now
Clock is stopped but we ain't finished now
We headed to the top But got no limits
down, don't want these bougie bitches in my business
Try and multiply my funds, but ain't tryna do division
JB got phone calls from his house, he was
off switch
No, this ain't no Louis
I got this from Gucci
My shit be Tailored and costly
Second line got my gat by my armpit
For anybody who think they
with your life, we living right like we're in Babylon
Man down, man down, man needs a hand now
Plans got panned out by not taking handouts
Tandem
the fire
Doused by the best team
With him when he ridin' out
Cause the check flame when it get divided
Bout niggas livin' through decisions
Learnin' ain't
Cuz I got God on my back, I wear no other brands
He sends me the PE's I call those commandments
Plugs like us get his with his power, call em
you don't know the cost
These niggas cuffed and I don't mean charged
Say they got the rhythm I'm El Da Barge
Fuck with mine you gon need gauze
Meet me
illy
Still is he, actually, really killed me, billy
All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true
Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold
and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold world that's why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he tryna reach us
I'mma need to go back, I gots to get 'em
Back
She ain't worth my time she ain't even no fun
Never seen this shit till you seen that sun
I go out my way just to see the moon light
Stop right by outta
Runnin it
Ay ay
I'm Runnin it
Ay
I got a lock on the game
I gotta put it on punishment
Rhythm n rap
I can't even sing
But I swear I will run
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