Lyrics:
donuts on the grass
Now I'm just feeling like a drone
'Cause even though I'm
Sitting high somewhere
I'm still spinning by your home, bitch
I've been
repetitive
Although I ain't your blood or your cous', it's all relative
I got a gang of rhymes
And Tones' beats is banging
We moving through the streets
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
the streets say to yield
I am about my meal
I know that i jack
I don't know about no jill
Hey I am Legit call me genuine
Niggas know im too real
Bullet leave
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
As the sun goes down
The moons comes up
As the stars shine bright telescope we Looking up
I got angles by my side but I got Demons that's with us
I
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground while
Another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are
Hello
(Hey, it's me, Kirk, I need to speak to Bishop)
Sure, hold on
(Hello?) Hey, I got some stuff I need to talk to you about
Lately, pastor I've
We just gonna take this here day after day
Imma just ride with this shit on replay
Thinking about all the mistakes that I've made
How I’m just stuck up
don't worry
Look outside the ride and everything will be blurry
All of my friends are moving by feet
But you'll see me driving in my celica up in
just got my life how I want on track
Another penny a long day another track
I been focused on everything I'm coming back
I've been getting real spacey
I got my driver's license last week
Just like we always talked about
'Cause you were so excited for me
To finally drive up to your house
But
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
flash. Alot of you MCs remain in the dark about how the cold Crush Brothers got live in the park. Shoutouts to the elders who put in mad work mad love
I am just kidding no purpose in winning
If losing my soul is a part of the enemy's deal
How's it feel?
Meal after meal
People clapping seals
Got some
codeine fiends
OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street
Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one
Mix it with the syrup,
hands out, something you don't know about
The hustle got harder, had to move up out the house
I was sixteen, hide the condoms in my couch
But the seed
back, I gots to get 'em
Back and forth in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen him
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
Look, fuck rap, I'm a street legend
Block love me with a deep reverence
I was birthed in a C-section
Hella cops
me all
Give me all your attention baby
I got to tell you a
Little something about yourself
You're wonderful, flawless
Ooh you're a sexy lady
But you
Debbie got tense, raised her voice
And said, "So I've traveled a bit what do you know about anything? What do you know?"
Debbie's tone was getting
broke, and none of 'em smoke
(Bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
There'd never
doing If it right or wrong
I just hope I'm gonna see a better days
Be a better me
Be a better version of myself in the street
Oh Lord save me from enemies
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