Lyrics:
down I blast my radio!
You ain't got no skills!
(Benny!)
Yo, lemme get a
(Milky Way)
Yup, and lemme also get a
(Daily News)
And a (Post)
my brother's with me so here here we go
How I flow got you thinking I'm sipping water that's different
Cause I spit it on the mic like a braai and it
You can't come from the radio or suburb and
Try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got
so sick
So done with wishing
You were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs
So sad and slow [Jin] I'm so sick
So why can't I turn off the radio
First I was afraid, I was petrified,
kept thinkin I could never live,
without you by my side,
but then i spent so many nights,
just thinkin how you
the fact that anybody can fall down, but
It's all real, think I mold it into fiction?
Question mark followed by the notice of eviction
Quote it, that's
And standing in the door
He said, if you've come to take the car away
I don't have it anymore
I don't have it anymore
He got the gospel on the radio
are about to go down, we are going to shove you down into the ground
This isn't the end of me, I'm about to come up like a one two three
I'm gonna kill
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
Deal and Tay Roc support
You he I'm guessing they might care
But how can son shine
(sunshine) without having Daylyt here?
You feel that that's karma
here
Just waiting
For next bus traveling
Down town
It's a cry and a shame
Isn't it
A beautiful weather?
If I could have my way
Well, I would not
Strike three, ooh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this
and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
Would you believe that?
If you believe that?
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
Let's get it, what if they told you this music was bogus?
the elevator down. Aw these problems! You see I?m never on this level. Uh, maybe it?s in here.
EUBANGDERE
Oh my way, oh my way, oh my way...
KWIRK
You
But I kicked door (boom)
Free my nigga Willy Mae gave him 3 to the dome (free him)
He didn't tell a soul (he didn't)
You making me sick to my
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
Straight up without an edit
I never let it go, embedded in my mental skull is impressive flow
I smoke weed until my eyes are sore
I make beats, play chords,
underneath
Doing so well without much effort - uses too much teeth
You aren't here to give shit back, you're here to take what's ours
Procrastinating,
now why wont you stick around
Without you my whole LYF3 is upside down
I think that it’s time we go separate ways
I hate to see you go but I just can’t
say I don't respect these women
When all I've done is represent (30 years)
Take my career and turn it upside down
'Cause you mad I've got some
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking how could I never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights just thinking
of
How come I only hate you when the lights up
Tearing my love down you would hold me
Chain to my shackles weight on me
Gave up the price of my soul for
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