Lyrics:
that comes when you this hungry tryna make a plate
I paid to play and paved my way
And now I'm on that paper chase
I never played it safe
Black sheep,
Screaming black lives
Always by your side
Put down your fucking pride
We know what’s right
It look better when we’re all in the picture
What’s some
these keys
Things I have changed baby
I ain't no black sheep I'm a white lion
I was never scared, I'm the
Type to fight Tyson, uh
Fury on the mic I got
that iron?
A nigga like the Hot Boys that just dont mind dyin
Man look,
What kinda nigga just dress in all black
Wear they hats, ?????, floss looks, lots
Always
They can't stop him
No way
They can't solve him
No way
They can't stop him
No way
The boy been a problem
All-day
The boy been a problem
Got keys
And sucked and fucked on some d
Jus for a whip wit no keys
Shoutout my homeboy uhh... Logan
I hope you get flattened by a bus motherf
Right, right, right
Right, right, right
KingKush, holla at yo boy man
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Look at the chain on my neck
Look at the ice on my wrist
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is
the jent their fool
Verse 1
In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
Breaking down the keys cutting them up like Riddick Bowe
Gotta cook it up
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
of GM keys
But is Lone Wolf lonely?
Is Lone Wolf lonely at night?
When no one sees?
Or just counting sheep to eat
Stapleford to Mikkelson
All of us
Easter
The stick by my side in the back of the Ghost
Them bitch on my cell like crack on the coast
It's nothin', I scrape it like black on the toast
Red charger when we sliding in
Tints black riding in
I'm a real problem kid
Touch me I'm the key in
He gone leave you deep in
Listen when I'm speaking
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit
But a hundred bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy
the front row screaming out woi oi, come along way from teefin dust caps
back, then I was a rugrat, fuck that, bare CD's in my rucksack, big black balls in my
rules
I do it my way
Ain't no policies
Young white boy
Black boy
Yo I'm both
Every since I was child
They could tell I was a prodigy
I been stacking
Like
layin, lookin' for their opportunity
To uproot every seed that I had sewn
They throw in the key and strip his kids from their only home
Lonely
I been out here by myself for a really long time
Holding microphones and breaking backs, held a lot of dimes
I've been tryna smile on the carpets
something to say
Like how the fuck we finna split this check 16 ways
Baby, he's the bad guy
Losing by a landslide
He ain't got no keys to the whip
But believe
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key
of the key 50th laws
Black work three times harder learnt that from small
Marathon continues got my best foot forward
We go build upon and take this culture by
G'd up from the beat up TL Baby
Truth hurts and its ugly
I been feeling so lonely
Empty shelf no trophies
Reach out to my homies
Turns out they
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