Lyrics:
a Eldorado
I got wired, white-walled
This hot-wired sedan
I caught something weird in Encenada
I've a brother of sorts in Torquemada
Long distance information
Uh do your thing young man
Doing what you do to bring your bands in
We all familiar with where the poor man been
So ladies do the most to make your
this
World War Cypher, bringing the heat, enemies self-destructing
Diddy made the band, and the Marine, made the band of brothers
Aye
I'ts only real niggas by my side
Long live my brother nigga
I can't escape your love, I'm hopin' that you feel the same
I be thinkin' to myself
Aye, couple bands, know I told them niggas I'm the kid but they just not the man
Half these niggas walkin' with a drum like we a marching band
How it
long days
I had less than long days
You ain't help me turn no pages
I did this by my damn self
I had to get my name lit
Thought I had a mud brother, why
Swear ima ride bout my brother no matter the distance he know that I'll side in a jet
Know that I got you forever ain leaving yo side no matter how
Bad things they keep wishing
Bad things on me
It's a mad ting if a nigga
Puts his hands on me
Trappin I ain't never got
No Bands for free
Lappin
right by a can
His girl lockin lips with another man
Jesse broke stupid, and pulled out a tool
And started lickin off like a crazy fool
The brother went
springs
My momma gave birth in a caravan
Left my daddy for the Allman Brothers Band
Lord I was born a ramblin’ man
They wrote that song for me
We both found
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
from the streets Name written in the concrete
In the kitchen we got naked bitches Cooking yola
Turn the soft to the hard Add the baking soda
Good dope
Of gold band, heart of gold band
Long distance runner
What you standing there for? Get up, get up
Get out of the door
You're playing cold music
xans
Every time you see young Quavo
I'm having bands
Shout-out to my big brother Bandz in the Lamb
Going real crazy, doing donuts like the m
YRN
went by they'd
Get a little bit older and a little bit slower but
It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by
Someone who's always umpteen
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
Me and my brothers
Sit and debate
How we gon make it
Is we gon rob and starve a nigga
Leave him Naked
Exotic drugs gon cost some funds
Dont say I
Gouda, sick wid it records
BME, Warner Brothers, the machinery
Ooh, look out pimp
Heavy on the grindin' entertainment
Stovetop productions
Ooh,
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
the usual jet black
Learned to shred and got a guitar rack
Joined his brother and formed a band
Old Gods of Asgard wrote some sweet tracks
Agent Cooper got
No matter the distance we'll stay brothers forever
From the moment you were born, we're brothers forever
Every night you fall asleep, our dreams,
And you workin', givin' arm and a leg
Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'
Like a long-distance bitch
Who you know that's out
it’s love that impress’s more
Life’s but passing change
And you’re not passed the pain
Wax statue fixed but you melt by a naked flame
I talk thoughts
to teach
Each and every one idiotic son
Tryna make it, you can't fake it
The rhymes I recite are fully dressed and yours are butt naked
Your speech is
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