Lyrics:
air in bora bora I breathe in
Pardon my imagination
But I can't pretend
Tracks leaking
I need Ms
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
Say the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
To get that speed
The coast looks clear tonight
And no one else in sight
As I'm counting out the bills
I see the lights over the hills
Oh fuck
Step
be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled
And got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Moving in the morning and meeting not by chance
One blast for right of way, two for not to yield
The final blast hear far away blew them straight to hell
put the pedal to the floor, want more so I'm trynna get my bills up
Yeah, act like this shit don't hurt my brother but it still does
Pulled in two
on a birdman
Killing Bill like Uma Thurman
Wen I breathe in? They breathe out
Step in? They step out
We oppose niggas, they think in
I think out box
I'm
conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we made
Walking in a winter wonderland
Silver Bells
Silver Bells
Hear them ring
Tell the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
kids to raise and bills to pay when shit ain't looking good
Got lives to save, got mouths to feed, its bigger than the hood
I will succeed, by any means
Hundred K, dope boy swag, stopped by DEA (hundred K)
First class, pourin' lean, tweakin', it's just me and bae (tweakin')
Late night, skeeted in a freak,
Deadlines, and meetings
And contracts all breached
D-days and structure
Responsibility
Have to's and need to's
And get to's by three
Dinner
the bills and they're doing him proud
They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds
With omega point in the sight
The new Franklins fly their
the author
Drama at the opera, crime story novel
Tuxedo suit and silencer on the nozzle
Meeting place scheduled at the Broadway musical
Bravo, we arrive in
up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
I put my arm in the air to declare that I'm on this walk with Jesus
As I walk with the Lord I carry my cross of course, don't walk in treason
When I
Get gassed up
We bout to take a ride
2022 Cold War 85
Driving fast like we aint tryna Be alive
Got the diesel in the air when We flying by
Get gassed up
getting it
I had a shorty paying bills and then she stopped
Cause every time we meeting, I ain't solid it's the Glock
I'm backseat king though in the back
And the tribe told me what’s the scenario.
Heard you just got a deal.. (Not true), Heard you can’t pay your bills… (Not True),
Lot of gossip in the air over
and found with bad intentions
Stuck in the classroom all with wrong decisions
It takes a while to judge us by the things that we do unaware of the cause
We
conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we made
Walking in a winter wonderland
Silver Bells
Silver Bells
Hear them ring
jacking me, bolted and caught caught air
Kid, this isn’t flattery, phonies, you’re called spares/
So don’t compare, If you read it, said it up in a thread
she's sleep getting woke up by the cops in the back
By a dumpster didn't even greet 'em with fear, grinning ear to ear, said "my husband meeting me here"
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