Lyrics:
eatin' by the fishes
I be really doin' this shit got me shootin' with percision
Like how Klay and Curry did it
And I hope I'm never missin'
Still will
you the one in center
You don't have to be like six something with your hands up
Just to block mother fuckers out of your mantra
How you nineteen years
going, I can not be beat
Pussy want smoke, get popped
Say you gon drill me boy, stop
Come through block, and we hitting them up like we 'pac
Stay with a K
of an impression on my kids
To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You a son of a gun"
Just got off
jewelry
Oh I know, can't let you go
It's just another Christmas, it's just another year
It's just another lonely heart, it's just another fear
I'll be
never to old to be afraid
Nine-millis & battle plans both had been drawn
And the traps were all set by Kevin, for John
As two Christmas legends prepared
supposed to get over you?
Difficult as it sounds
Doody, I dropped a tear in a rhyme
The day you find it is the day I stop missin' DeShaun
Holton, it
about the aisle I'll never get to walk us down
Never see you graduate in your caps and gowns
It's 'bout to be 2008, how's this happening now?
I got so
from Harlem to Q.B.
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary cool G.
[Kool G. Rap]
It's B.G.S. kid so what you
Christmas the kids presence
Well could they be in pantry
Are they wedged in the chimaney
And they pressing they nanny
But she won't tell sworn secrecy
JACE
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
light the block up like it's Christmas
(grrah)
I'd be a fool if I leave a witness (huh?)
Come through your chimney to the kitchen
(ooh)
Scope
the safety of your block
And you've got kids but they're ignoring you at every time
Everyone who knew about that cladding
Should really be going prison
and drugs
Dump a clip and put it down like a Ryda does
Like Cell BLock, Yung Dirt and Foe Foe too
All my new Rydas in this bitch
I ain't forgot you!
I'ma be
it's no spot that this kid owns
But now it makes sense why
You named yourself Shine
Cause both you niggas are big clones
But see lines like that be
the realest nigga left is a goal
Watch my story unfold
Done smoking but I’m here for the smoke
Bred in it I’ll be damned if I choke
On my kids I’m the GOAT
Look, I'm Sparring with beats
For some new pay
It's a new day
cnd niggas still got the screwed face
You would think you'd be happy
Too see me
remind
We see everyday
See in rewind
Let me show you a new life a different time
Like leading woman
And higher paid teachers so yo kid is gifted
Maybe
year
Honest to God
And by the way
We know you don't know he is
Who gasses peaceful protesters
For photo ops kids
He's not your lord and savior
Don is
Lay the fibers side by side
And you'll begin to understand
I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's comin' for me
Comin' for me
Mm-mm (I
Okay
I want you close
Even in my home
Everywhere we go
Santa knows that I want you the most
It's gon be rough when I'm all alone
This Christmas
I'm
Lookhowyalike,
Now don't you know we're gettin' busy, it can't be corrected,
[unknown] had to be deaf
I say what I like,
Like I said, sometimes we bite,
Lookhowyalike,
Now don't you know we're gettin' busy, it can't be corrected,
??? had to be deaf
I say whatIlike,
Like I said, sometimes we bite,
Even though
the wrong thing now you missin'
That's what you gone get it because you ain't listen
Pull up and shoot at yo new expedition
Drake left a nigga in critical
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