Lyrics:
for word don’t stutter or mumble
Step by step in this concrete jungle
Yeah bring back the beat, just rewind
I’m the guy next door behind them blinds
friend and my DJ, he's Jazzy Jeff
On a motorcycle tis next guy fell
He's my personal manager, he's the Hammer J.L.
And when I got flack, you know he got my
Friends that's a genuine statement
From the heart, i love you guys let's go
I've lost some friends and some
Friends have lost me
But I'm not catching up
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
Got the Formula Four, flyer stuff
I'll be higher than the ISS by this time next year, set a date
Bet on me
Bet a B.E.T. on the beheading my dear
Raynk
and a gun
A gift for them opened the bloody get
Ruined it can be a part of
It that got me standing in your
Front door looking for the next
No leash and I
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
the freaking bills next to you I'm copyrighting the song got my song on freaking YouTube YouTube calm.
Oh my god. You like blacklist my guy's an account It's
brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come
guys
You know say me I been dey hustle try to get this muscle make them no go kill me my guy
You know say people tryna off you
Me I dey on guard
on the team
I'm with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen
He got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air
We call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy
I don't need you anymore
You better walk out of that door
I don't need you anymore
(Yeah,I don't )
You better walk out of that door
I don't I don't
missing you
I wish I could
Go back to those times
When you were mine
Before it all fell into pieces
You were by my side
I didn't try
But I just hope you
Yeah, awe, yeah (They're not him)
Let's go (Hey, woo let's go)
It's Rumbleworld, bitch
Stop it, you are not that guy
I'm on year five, I hate
Welcome to Rap Opera, the mind of a guy that is not pop enough
Fuck Wagner the times too tough to be pessimistic so his time is up
I today waver
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
son
(Uh uh oh no)
Next stop approaches, who's gettin' on the tram?
AH DAMN! Man it looks like two Z.T.M.'s
The door's closin' I gotta jump before I
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
cnd doper than those guys, I'm watching ‘em nose dive,
I magically float by,
Float by, Float by, yeah we magically float by
Float by, Float by, yeah we
are called money
The less you have, the worse your life
"Who the fuck does this guy think he is? The next goddamn Hitler?"
I'M SICK OF YOUR LIES BEING
cause I've been snaked by my own kind
So keep a close eye on the guys playing both sides
Don't tell her how to feel, let her make up her own mind
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