Lyrics:
With the love unconditional
I'm a drama abolitionist
Damn no opposition to my proposition
Half of a man, half magician
Half a politician holding
on the attack
The one that hates the black what’s the white man got
1 TIME 2 TIME 3 TIME 4 TIME 5 TIME 6 warning shots (For us)
1 TIME 2 TIME 3 TIME 4 TIME 5 TIME
at Mcdonald's
Rob's Railroad for four dollars and twenty cents an hour I was like
"Who the fuck do this shit? This is wacker than a motherfucker"
This what
... and see this motherfucker named Peter
Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer
(Rah Digga)
Word is bond, I murder any bitch
dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I come with
But twenty five G's is what I left with
*?Teatley?* was the word I heard
I went deep in
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (sloppy)
On the block by
diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes
you crips?
What’s your name, who you is?
Why you lookin' like this?
I don’t know this prick
I don’t know these dons
Where do they know me from?
Got me
late my
Eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental
I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump
on me
Now what they gonna say this time? Ha?
That nigga fif 5 out of 5 this year he on it
I'm your favorite one day
And then you just turn your back
Driving off on your blind man's bike
You can say just what you like
Or nothing can stop you
Good job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high five
rosy man
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet
is “son, I miss you too”
Or learn watching your son learn how to ride a bike via Skype in the hands of another man and even though he is a good man
thinking, should I retaliate; (5) You make a call upstate, tell ya n-----s to snatch his plat; (6) memories you never let go, (4) your man go wet, and so?”
through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've sung with Ethel Merman (5)
Swung with Woody Herman (6)
Played a gig in Germany with Ogerman (7) too
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
Uh, yeah, S.C.
Uh, look, they say the bar is in hell for actual talent
I guess that makes me top five, thanks to this batting average
From where they
to (Who runs this?)
All my powerful women working nine to five
Two, three jobs just to survive
All my powerful women
No man at home
Raising all
The Champion
Donald: Welcome back on this glorious sunday afternoon
for the final round of the Enbuary classic.
The legendary Champion is now
your girlfriend's obsessed with me
But that's a story for another day
And this is why love is fucked
'Cause you went and put your trust in her
to Five
What you doing fam
Transcend while you can
Don't repeat this tragedy
Nine to Five, Nine to Five
Got to break free
To stay silent is a sin
Guilty by
on his chest like a fucking gorilla
Big boy dodging smoke, but he posting on triller
Wrap that boy up smoke that boy in a filter
And late night 4.5 sound
still killin' it right
This Marco Polo off the Richter, man it's nine-point-five
You make the earth quake, shakin' to death like fault line
Now when I
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