Lyrics:
shit up and roll
Walked in and lit up the store
Took a dab and roll another joint
Now I lit up for show
And my bitch is like a pin-up if
I like it then I
are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna
a hundred years
I been at this game for a hundred years
Everybody out they god damn minds
If you can fake it here you can fake it anywhere homie
I got
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
on first." Costello: "What are you asking me for?"
"Reports from the new Germany tell of horrors leading to the total extermination of the Jews of Europe."
But it looks like women have fun by breaking my heart down
I'm on my way to the peak
Juggling Maserati keys
I'm gonna have em all
I'll have a crib
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
family dead
But you wickedness will drop down on you own head
Open your ears, we won't disappear
Been here three thousand eight hundred years
We were
I am the tin man
For a hundred years he rested here
Rusted shut and so dormant
In a little lost corner where no one strolls
In the soul of this
Care for your women your mother your children, it's necessity
In the last couple of years, you niggas look like you need therapy
Mentally it appears
name and get pop-rocked
I come from the east
We hustle for a ten piece and
Split it with the game
It's FREE 6LACK and I'll be here
Until you know
Our Father, which are in Heaven
Real street niggas appreciate every blessin'
Give us this day, our daily bread
One time for all the homies in
the flow, yeah
Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
babies not to cry (Yeah!)
Just give 'em each a hundred racks, then look 'em in they eye
Say, "If you anything like your pops, you gon' make it multiply"
a cage
These words from a sage
In the land of the free
Where dreams are made
Pain caused by Demons will never fade
The blood of the slaves
All in
what's happenin' though (Check)
Gunn, I love you, Damu (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
What's happenin'? Look
White tee (Man) , wipin' off the shells
For this G, man
above
These are the demons wearing skins, sinning, taking kids
Chasing states for years, creating fear, fake for real
Touching minds like touching mimes,
Matters tour for free
Now all I hear is "this year is me"
And I told Ross if it ain't
I'mma clique on and run down on you rappers
And your weak rhymes,
Hey, I be talkin' to myself like
In the mirror and shit, like
Is you ready for this shit?
Nigga, are you? What's up?
I wasn't ready for that
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
I prayed for height, but they gave me width
The apple of my mother's eye even if they convict
The rudest unemployed apartment wrecking bum with
twos
Nigga know I got that K with me
If I call Kojack, nigga know that
Boy gon' spray for me, baow
Write it in the books, I'm a crook
Tell by the look
In my head
A long time ago
My password for eBay Is
You Two
For 10000 years
I am in freefall
To hell
I am sentimental
Have you ever
Been fired
Is being
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