Lyrics:
bark, they hear the boom, but you see the spark
And I see the part of your head which used to be your face
Leave you placed by nothin', for bluffin',
Twan Beatmaker the hit maker
We’re sorry
Your call cannot be completed as dialed
Please check the number and...
You hear that paper callin’?
I got
other
We slidin like butter n he gotta cutta
But he gone do nada he runnin in Prada
Hakuna matata we swing like Gelada
We out
If I hear him I'm knockin
Where the jobs go? Only God knows
Been treated like an outsider like Rob Lowe
Soda pop sandwich bag of BBQ chips
Lunch break get a cut plus the barber you
ol’nick
Shoulda kept your mouth shut
Don’t feel bad for this dumb slut
Pussy built like a doughnut
My WAP taste like coconut
If you mad hoe just say that
As I'm falling
You could hear me calling
You don't even know me or the pain that I'm hauling
I been feeling lonely
Feel like I'm in hell cause I'm
feel so strong because I have you
Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to
[Chorus]
Start me up, you got to start me up
Start me up, you
at the door they knockin' different than my click
It's a nigga with a switch
My brother got the drums on the line like he Nick
Mama ain't raise no punk so that
to the quarter (under 25)
Can you hear me bro (I'm singing)
Can you hear me bro (I'm singing)
Can you hear me bro (I'm singing bro)
Can you hear me bro
Me and my
To the core, was at war, cause the enemy is plottin'
I hear him knockin', sayin' that we got him
Hot like solar, he wanna burn my soul up
World on my
all the wars hide
Look into my heart and find all the women that broke mine
Peep into my ears and what you hear is me performing live
Damn I love it
You don't hear me, even tho you say you really feel me baby
In my mind I can't stop thinking
That you don't know you got my head up in the sky
u act up u get put in a backwood
Shid I’m smokin on oppers from damn near by halsted get turned to pack roll em back up
I’m sick of this shit fifth
it's nothin'"
"Oh, aight"
"And, yo, you know the slogan right?"
"Yeah, I know how it go"
"Pussy by any means" (Sycamore)
First, I take their order
you come by me
Angel hear my plea
Take my hand lift me up
So that I can fly with thee
So that I can fly with thee
And I'm waiting on an angel
you won't you thrive
I just step on a beat, I'm just I'm stepping with stride
Niggas bumming for shit so they asking rides
I just linked up with Nick
you
Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
That's when the son of man greets you with the face of Satan
Now you look frightened in the belly
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
ain't ever change
Night and day dream of better things
Hear me knockin up in Heaven gates
Pelican
Fly away
Hide away
Evidence
Outer space
Represent
Make
of the cities of the gangsters and bud
Or you can get bad oh who they thought you was
Ooh damn back by a popular demand
Daz Dillinger back in effect homey
there's no one truer
Select a rhyme, and you'll find that few are
Able to match my professional blend
With Greg Nice by my side I continue to ascend
the wormhole, cross to the other side
In dimension 47, nobody can hear you cry
You're in an unknown dimension
Not safe for human bodies to step in
Step in
"Big shout out to KT Beats for this one,
Thanks Bruh"
Wanna get to the studio, yes truly though
Cuz you know that we need some raps
Fill up the tank
Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid
Let us pray, keep demons away, on a daily basis
Razorblade, stab him in his face, he say I look like Satan
Either way,
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