Lyrics:
It's sacrilegious, the way we birthed your style's immaculate
You're like Icarus, made your wax wings, I'm Daedalus
It's ridiculous, style's ubiquitous,
by pumpin' out love
I bet you thought I went away and died
But P.R.E.A.C.H. ain't gone run away curl up and hide
I got too much pride, family that
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
nigga Frogg, I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin'?
R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my big homie Bone from Athens
Ridin' down Bentral
I'm sober, I'm not a Roc-A-Fella or Jay-Hovah
I'm just one soldier similar to P, I shed light
G-O-D to the fullest, these thoughts are like bullets
a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
nigga
I could see the way
Till I see the end to me and BIG meet again yeh
[Mark Curry]
Curry going hit again
Dreams your living in
This what you
Yeah
I'm in the backseat, window rolled down
Watching life go by, no telling how it's gonna turn out
I was only 15 with a major league dream
But
missin'
Niggas be actin like we savage
See I'm a get the cabbage
I got nutin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
I got a pet named p she
a killin'
You made me a killer
Emancipation of a real higga
As we proceed to give you what you need
Trap our bodies but can't lock our minds
Everybody just
and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in check
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
What is a nightmare?
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream
A nightmare
I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
tonight
I'm living but i need a break tonight
Too much of life could be like Kryptonite
What's good? I'm Living
How're you doing? I'm Living
Are you okay?
doing stick-ups
She's my getaway driver
I got my knees in the dirt, blood on my hands
Tears in my eyes but the years made me wise
Death around the corner
are Lorax'd off the block
The floods are warm and blood is just red colored chicken stock
It was all a dream
Pictures in murder dog magazine
[?]
I'm a Big Blood, but I'm screamin, "R.I.P. to Nip'"
Blood, Blood, Blood (shoutout to Crips)
I got foreign hoes, foreign clothes, foreign cars (foreign
and melodies
And i'm just hoping that rose would save me
But i guess it's too late
"The velvet up in flames what a sight to see"
Part 4: 180mph fueled by six
a king
I'm a king I'm a king
I'm a king
The lord made me a king
People do good things but I'm amazing with things
We are all tribes of nature but I stand
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
I'm like atomic rockets blasting off, I'm diabolic
It's do or die, so what if I admit I'm psychotic
I'm spitting daggers, lyrics are harder than
Shoot a nigga in the head
(brrrt) nigga I don't give a fuck, he bleed
Ooh ooh ooh
(roll up my sleeve) what do you need?
I roll up my sleeve, I'm havin'
what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought Too $hort just might eat her
I told
what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought Too $hort just might eat her
I told
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