Lyrics:
Hallelujah when I do ya
[Verse One]
Shit, I ain't never seen an angel, virgin bitches with halos
But my secular metaphysical theology is fatal
back to my own people
So fuck all that gossiping, you called the cops on me
Now we can never ever rock again
I guess it's time I change all my locks
out I lost the re up in a dice game
I'm tapped out sold our ice to get it back again
That situation taught me that the game is fucking the game
Washing
dysfunctional then blam!
Another shorty lost at the hands of another man
But it ain't nothing new
Everyday created by the Lord sparks a new clan, clique or crew
in my truck with the windows rolled down
Song on the radio
Missing what we don't know
All the days are good and everything is fine
When I got you ridin
beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rather rock acapella
I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta resent
Not a rich king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee
a real nigga pick his time to go
Let's get into it
I ain't scared to die just tell me when
Seen it all and done it all
Then did it twice again
Nothing is
feel relief beneath the ground
Hear the rock and roll men hummin'
That the thunderstorm is comin'
I been so dry
I wish that I could drown
Wish that I
is
And I'm feeling heartless
Tell me: Where's my heart live?
Known no home but hardship
Why's this timeline this hard
Hard like rocks I've kicked
to make it
But Emmanuel been by my side
Giving thanks cuz I'm safe yh
Squad link up!
Make sure to bring some games
Positive is the name
Pushing forward in
grind too, let me remind you
I know the name is Dirty but look here we like to shine too
Smoke pine too and neva fake neva roll shake
cause we smoke mo
of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in
Yo, Clef
I know you got styles, but get back to the issue kid
This is real!
Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage
music, some stories
This is Tropical Storm
I'm JD Fuller, we're Club Akirat
Thank you for tuning into Braes Records Radio
Oh Brae
Can you tell me
Which
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T-double-O, S-H, O-are-T
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is
of me
Bad times got a monopoly
Give up, I did the opposite
Pitch perfect, did it properly
Owner killed by his property
This life'll stress you like
out
Till the sun come up
Just friends
Okay
But I just wanna hear your name
And see your face
And I just wanna know if you're okay without me by ya side
was rolled up by me
I know I can't stay where I am
Contact with hiphop at the age of 20 saved my life
Sand sculpture will say that the threshold here is
feat. El-P, J-Live, Mr. Complex, Shabaam Sahdeeq
[?]
I'm workin hard son certain to get the job done
Excuse me flirtin with stardom but not
just keeping it traditional
Go and rock and roll with me
This shit dedicated to the times we rolled sticky riding on empty
We ain’t had a dime but was
(Verse 1)
It?s way past my curfew in an emcee circle
Rhyme dispersal, the ones without rehearsal
And if Pops found me, I?d get smacked hard
By that
rolled, pigs street patrol
Speak in codes around the ladies
My dress code inspired by the 80s
My flesh tone is flyer than a baby's
Swiss accounts, switch
spirit, you’re the special type
All we ever wan’ do, chill with each other, talk life
Stare at the ceiling fan, fuck again and again to the same song
But
You are like my blood
I know sometimes we don't really see eye to eye
But even if you hated me I'd be right by your side
For the fam
I will ride
I will
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