Lyrics:
When I Need You
Written by: Tim Lynch
It don't make no difference to me
What ever gonna be gonna be
It don't make no difference to me (chorus)
What
savage/with this shit
It’s like a switch/ get a grip
Be the best in the biz
Say y’all really working hard man
Y’all don’t know what that is
Watch me move
We do
The Shit
We do
Cause if you not with the crew
Converting you is our mission
If you're a born Technician
Put your ammunition
And your hands
Look, didn't I settle down with
One and get faithful?
When I had options, your boy had a plate full
Didn't I go on TV and wear Grateful
Instead
God questions sound questions
Step on your enemies with prayers and blessings yea
But you stay vigilant and keep your weapon yea
And if they run up then
is filled with Lidocaine
Don't need you on my flight deck, homie cuz I can fly the plane
See you gon' land by any means and I'ma go around
when I feel
What's good B.I.Z
It's KA3
Okay
Okay okay, okay okay, okay okay
Okay, okay, yeah I know, time to save the game
B.I.Z and KA3 The Avengers, y'all
Blamed For
All What you Had.
(Verse 3 Sketch A Peaze)
The Kids Love Your Music I wish
You can be here with us, too
to mövenpick
Make I show you say my love for you nu e be BIG
Obaa eii ka nea wop3 na mey3 ama wo oo
That was just by the way
Biz Pato all the things I went
miss me with broken favors
You Miley Cyrus to majors
You twerkin' on swollen razors (run now)
Dont make me come to dinnernail your tounge down
It's all or nothing or there's nothing after
I'm not a stereotype but I'm a stereotype right
Persuaded with vibes admitted myself in your ride
I'm on my
to chill with that!
Cause I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
My gat's my lawyer
Last week you's a stick-up kid
And this week you're in show biz
on these niggaz no no no
Where I'm from it gets deadly
And it gets no better
But I'm with real steppers
They don't tip toe never
Know how it go
Rather make
Tryna get famous
Tryna make a work of art
Tryna be the greatest
So ya wanna be a music star
Well you should’a known better
Wish I could’a wrote
and pretty girls make graves
you couldn't find these tapes in the wheat city
you got by on dubs from an older sibling
or wait to take a trip to the big city
and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.
Chorus:
The past is steeped
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
They gots to clock just what this is
We got the plot to top the biz
I jumped off the jet and dropped the kids
Just linked up with Gliz but stopped
up where the legends is
I'm amused by y'all within this music biz, that mumble rap is like a sedative
I think there's a link, I do
You scare them out
all ye
Started two thousand and sixteen with the music biz
Got my first track recorded by brother he
Hanno pon tha beat saw what's deep within, he laid
in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Who!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me
mean artillery you know it is containin' some
Shit that makes me flexible to make your life ejectable
And with this bullet in your brain you be dead
by your side
Cause he right by my side
I done fought sin fought guilt fought death and I still didn't die
Pull up on they blocked and they still didn't
And it’s still fuck these niccaz, damn these hoes, man
And I still mind my biz like I’m supposed, man
I just wanna talk my shit, walk with my limp
Rep my
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