Lyrics:
[Chorus: Louverture & Neekolul]
My name’s on the climb while y'all stay sour like lemon-lime
Bad bitch hit my line up, think we line up: not my type
(Yeah)
And fuck y'all niggas, don't you test me (Don't you test me)
I guess i gotta run it up by my doley (By my doley)
(Yeah)
Shit i'm the man, you gon'
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
His name is Jesus
I only need him
My homie He is
My only weakness and He has none
God the father only had a Son
But he gave him up so we can all be one
sittin’ at the head all dues been paid, a true renegade and the Man’s self made
You got nothin’ to trade and you lost the plot
Your ambition was Mean but
polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all
my chains
You even gave me peace of mind and took in all my pain
And every time I drop these songs I glorify your name
You always cover me through
Dick her down, she'll be gone by the mornin'
She got them ass shots that I like
Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
She say she got a man but it's
than wasted talents
And mine is overflowing by the gallons
All I'm lacking is some balance
I'm listening to the radio I'm hearing Jay-Z
The only
dropped like a
Million other country boys
I thought my Mind was Playin
Tricks like the Geto Boys
Damn man, I miss the interludes by Big Rube
He gave us
with a fist of iron
And killed him instantly
All the press surrounded Amanda
Coming down the courthouse steps
Pleading for her young man's life
(whoa)
By the way did I mention (whoa)
I'm with all of my henchman (whoa)
And you know they on go, yeah whoa (whoa)
Soon as I pull up (yeah)
And my
The clouds clashed and the heaven's gave birth to star
God placed it in a man on the day he was born
Convicted minutes after, a true natural disaster
Framed
on a couple things
Got me little Change now
What do all this money bring?
Nothing but these fans now
Smoking on good weed
Out the Jungle
With my mans while
He
Live inna' flesh
Still get high wit' the guys and a Z
All get by cah' we nice to the Feds
And my 9 to 5 got me right in the head
Now I'm writing
to the number
One score: it's 12, 000, too "I'm
The same as first place
" says the man who must be
Better than all those other
Pieces of shit and then we
Get back
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
For all her care I pay
And still she runs away
(Fosco shakes Glyde by the hand)
I'm touched by your compassion
Your kindness knows no bounds
I've
Uncle Sam's scams
Scatterin' sheep all just lamb fam
Damn man
You've been programmed by the damn man
That's Uncle Sam's scams
Scatterin' sheep all just
name
While we're talkin' 'bout names, I gave your middle name to my son
Now I feel like I have failed him it can't be undone
At the time it made sense,
Ahaa
Aya ya ya ya
I'm a winner all the time
Jesus is a winner man that's why am a winner
His is power is me that's why I always win oh
Them put me
the roof
But
I flew by them with not trying
I don’t know how come the good die young
We don’t buy guns
We let bygones be bygones
But I’d be lieing if I say
(Yo Jason! The firebird)
Gotta get a bottom bitch
Ride or die chick
Gotta get a bottom bitch
Ride or die chick
A Ride or die chick
I need a ride
no I ain't Haitian
Just another brotha tryna stay patient, still I'm killing all you niggas like my name Jason
Voorhees boy he's, been paper chasing
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