Lyrics:
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
right
What else I'm gon' say? That's my mu-fuckin' life
I just left Jamaica, I'm talkin' Nachos Rios
Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought
asking for no favors nah I just up the odds and play the hand I'm dealt tried to do it with niggas but did it all by myself right it ain't no love loss I
Y T E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Once said by my born-in-hell, only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone try to control me
Easy
I'm jerk why you lying
You said shit you didn't mean so dishonest
I be turning to the green for my problems
Not the weed but the trees is my chronic
You
(Glorious creatures of our future, to be induced by genetic manipulation)
A number one said he wins fight
A number two said "It's a Saturday night"
vibratin' cause my bullet keep comin' out
Puttin' in work a nigga said by jar
While I'm trippin' and sendin' Slobs to the morgue (ahaha)
Elm Street
Just got
Y T E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Once said by my born-in-hell, only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone try to control me
Easy
years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
when they were young
Maybe they should be hung by their tongues
Oooh ooh
Under the blankets with the body jerk
He needs her like the axe needs
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
Sometimes I even taste her
I'm here right now she's dressed up
Hourglass shape, long hair, makeup
Lookin downtown, she said right now "I want it now, I'm
flesh and smell like human fecal pies
Everybody shit's themselves after they die
(That's right)
Is a torture that's death by design
My consists of duct
but back came Rob
To the same old game
"hee-hee yo, what's up to y'all, want to hang?"
"yeah sure" they said on the quick fast
"by the way anybody
Yeah
What's up with all this pressure
Go get your chains off
I just took mine off
Just grabbed my rights
You're a sovereign being
Go grab your rights
the love of Christ Love is no big deal
I gotta be with someone that can Love me that much
A ride or die watching the clouds Roll by
I like to watch
addicted to money like two fingers tapping on wherever there's a vein,
And believe me, yeah were proud, coz life is getting sicker by the day and therefore
homie we don't try
Homie we gettin' rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me
Usual suspect, when the work hit the dock
The gun jerk first, and then it pop
the window sits uncle Fred
Since he's back from the war there ain't a word he has said
And Freckles my sister as she passed away sir
Sometimes in my dreams I
mind
Here's another hot one
D'Von
Soon as you walked in you caught my eye
You too beautiful to not be mine
I walked up to you and I said hi
Your best
to pations
And i'm pouring sirup like pations
Get the Gas bag from Jamaica
Get the Gas bag by the akers
Yo we got a whole lotta flavors
Aye pull up how ever
come here, no, not this year
They're growin in fear, I'm very sincere
I will jerk tears operator pushin the data
I'm talkin bout info and check it
You're
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
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