Lyrics:
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
turned me away
From that danger
In church I thought it was cool
But at first, I felt like a stranger
Uh
Rock the mic
I rock the mic
Hittin' hard
Like I
(Pockets)
Block boy, block livin' for way too long
Gotta switch up how I'm movin' before my kids get grown
Gotta lead by example, gotta set that tone
Gotta
take on a repeat
I die
Has that ended?
I die
Are you ended?
Take me to the
Crossroads
You crashed your car again, ripped your noze half off your head
cave
Was The Dragon's lair
As they got to the opening
That's when they start noticing
That the entrance was blocked
By rocks, it was slightly odd
From
and cops
Tryna slam me back down but that's not possible
I'm keepin' my eyes on the prize man, that's how I'm focused
Pedal to the metal, in my own lane,
my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton
John Wick shit, I'm a one man team All I really see is a M and E
Kill Bill shit, I'm a self built marine Navy SEALs hit, but I'm calling on me
John
(You Know Harlz Made It)
Let me tell them about ends
We was all eastern district
Living in trenches
Run ever time that we seen reflective
Tryna
home
Lead me home now
A long time ago I found a passion for these songs
If punk rock isn't right, well then I guess I'm wrong
Cause I never wanted more
with me, my nigga
Got the keys my nigga, do what I see my nigga
I open up the door and don't leave my nigga
That ain't me my nigga, up in the air like
bills and thrills and thats a fact
Better know how to move around me or its a wrap
She rock the 10a or she rock the 4c
Can't rocks s without the 2 v's
Got
my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton
I feel like I'm choked by a life's ghost that doesn't disappear
Saw my life in broken mirrors, my death is near
I still appear in reflections that
lead them to the lake they still won't take the drink
But I can see it in they're eyes I'm still keeping faith
Telling me shit that I wanted to hear
I
to kill
Now will I make it into heaven
If I rock this Jesus piece?
I’m a slave just to all your ways
All the whips and chains none
Of that shit freein' me
I don't know why God chose me
I don't know why God chose me
We taking off and y'all playing mane
I don't know why I be so fly
I rock cowhide they
it, our
Career would be over. I'd written another song that we played on stage
Quite a lot. It was called You really got me. And the audiences loved
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Acting like you fucking with me, that's
rose, yeah, Ayy
If you don't rock with me, that's cool
I got over that in high school
No more drama inside my life
It's only God 'till I find
My wife,
known that I don't play
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess
still hold up we head
Ah we hell make Dancehall heavy like lead
Catch da rock 'ya
Dem nuh know ah weh dem run up inna
Di dance 'ya wanted by
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
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