Lyrics:
At Bathurst and Sandringham
Always down for the hexagram
Frum Pesach to Purim
Ziggy Lorenc to Tippi Hedren
This is Zippi Livni backed by a Sanhedrin
Can't
brothers all accountable for crying within
To hell with secrecy, my nigga, go confide in She
All is number, make her number 1 priority
White floors
Blood
And cash is king by my record machine, I aint got
Anything
I'm making rich girls my new game
(I'm playing along making rich girls my game)
I'm making
see it no more
i have felt the incompetence in my way to truth
everybody pretends to know it, but all i see is evil
what happened to the uma how
can't come down
Can't switch on the gang them my brothers
Copped a new big jeep with the windows tented
Start that bitch with a button
Stop putting your
bear huge for my brothers
And I got no love for the others
C'mon kids, you ain't built for bids
You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker
"Mucho
at night and watch the lines of headlights through your screen
There is a child inside you who's trying to raise a child in me
If you wanna leave
You
boy your lil brother shit get serious, he gon' crack
Don't tell me to tie my shoes, I keep Velcro with the strap
You fucking with fakes, niggas you
a target and I splatter you
Bulletproof vest, Prada, Sacks Fifth Avenue
Bring my older brother cause he an assassin too
Or else twenty-plus goons 'gwan blast
from that
Girl I'm so grateful from that, you know.
[Chorus]
If you were truly mine girl,
Makes me wonder.
Would you stick by my side girl?
Makes
and nice-
big brother is st. nick! methodically his judgment made documented on his list.
i- don't believe in santa clause or his mystical facade
got any sense at all
But it's all right with me
I wish I was more like my friend's sister's older brother
But I'm not so fuck it, it all seems the same
killing it like Mr. Freeze
Stay in the school, cuz mans is bout to teach
Stay in the gang
Up in lane, outa my way
Imma just faint
Locked in crate, imma just
the thickest skin can be penetrated
Time to meet your new Satan
Brothers and sisters, better hold your blade close
Speak up heroes, you'll be hung by your
adrenaline
In my life I had to fake it
Needin' the medicine for everythin'
Dozens of hopes where you dont try to explain all it
Too many brothers skimmin'
I don't know why but, my whole life I've been surrounded by
Worms telling caterpillars how to be butterflies
Self hating individuals, that can't see
out a smoke
Said "I got something to say
I been plotting for a minute
And now that he is away
I got much I wanna do
What the hell you gonna say?
Wanna
waste time
We grind we work we set the stage
I'm unleashed I can never be tamed
I rep my name I play the game
With my brother by my side
I know my friend
too much just My brother and sister and mother
We really came from the gutta
I see niggas true colors
You look at me my eyes red cause I’m gone off
too much just My brother and sister and mother
We really came from the gutta
I see niggas true colors
You look at me my eyes red cause I’m gone off
barrels topple castles.
He left fruits floating in seas with no time to bob for apples.
You could tell by the vocal tone over mobile phones that they won’t
I need the keys just to get away
Slicc by my side woo the day to day
Is on everything
Don't give a fuck 'bout them anyways
I Kill these niggas in so
Just had a sit down with my brothers and we talked for hours
Contemplating bout the future and if the world was ours
Came to the conclusion that if
What other way of life
We only got once chance, trying to get it right
My brother stressing, he been staying up late night
I been stressing nigga I
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