Lyrics:
the hood, we call him Rain Man
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
(All my niggas, let's go!)
I want my
at
Violating get you one in your throat
Still dating your heat, but me and my guns elope
When I die burry me with the totes
In case I run into a lil bit
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
you with the gun (with the gun)
Now hold my hand, let's have some fun (let's have some fun)
To deep up in this shit, it's to the moon and back with me
hit, make it bang like I gotta gun
Charley make you ride for your Brother man
Iya man, killer with the flow Know you overstand
Me I hit the mic
jams
Still flossin', showin' your rocks
Ain't you dudes heard "Grimey," man we stold your watch
It goes Indian style, knees bent in dashiki
Strapped
jams
Still flossin', showin' your rocks
Ain't you dudes heard "Grimey," man we stold your watch
It goes Indian style, knees bent in dashiki
Strapped
Black Americans voted Joe Biden in
They wanted to relax our kinks
They'll just use some lie again
I get it they pacify us
While they passing by us
ho
Vivo il mio momento in mezzo a tanti se
Mi chiedo se il destino ha deciso giá per me
Adesso sono sveglio e distinguo la realtá
Il mondo che volevo
candle tonight
Locked down by the evil man of midnight
Because of the flow and the feelings of a thousand dunes
My pen is gonna make the moon cry!
Tonight
the cards are on the table and
The bullets in the gun
She was sittin' on my lap
We still had shots to kill
When a man pulled up
Who owned the bar
In
Dan nog snel de bedden langs
En ‘t huis is weer aan kant
We flew to the moon and back
Fought side by side in ‘Nam
Invented guns and Cadillacs
bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"oh look for me by
got a man
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time"
We had just
What's a man like me gotta do
Like I'm on the moon
To get some space up in this room
Like I'm on the moon
Trippin' Trippin' off of shrooms
Like I'm
Meet my maker
But lord I pray
That the gun jam in the hands of the slave master I mean racist policeman
You got to protect the Black Woman and Black Man
Let it be prophesized; niggas'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggas get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggas
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
the G's, Full Moon and Palm Trees. Meditating in the breeze.
Chant 4x: It was Picture Picture Picture Perfect nigga
Verse 2: Pablo was the Man. Yea He had
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
be a painter man
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we
Blood moon is in the sky
Got what you wanted?
I think that drank is haunted
If you leave don't come back 'round
Touch my bro we hunting him down
Hit hard
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