Lyrics:
2 secs on my set have to spin it
Gimme that beat imma kill it
Gonna need more weed have to Bill it
I gave her 3 rounds then I'm finished
If she
a tent
Another summer's passing by
All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet
A walk on sand, a fire I can warm my hands
My joy will be
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
and said "f*** it, I got something to gain"
Need my name and face on billboards I used to ride by
Shotgunnin', earbuds in, plotted on my time
I'm from
to sell
And not the will of inspiration
Vanessa is very focused, she’s like my eyes
She’s a piece of my brain she bought my
Daughter these three wolves,
You measure 16 feet high
Intoxicated by your warmth
I'm melting
Slow by your side
Slow by your side
Slow by your
Shrinking smaller every day
I watch
at my feet
Roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet
You ain't shit
You ain't ever gonna
among us
You just gotta show the world
Verse 1:
chead of my time; I'm led by the mind
That makes up the universe; Heaven is mine
1 for the money, 2 for
3lik metfatten
kil Piranha miette mankhalli
Ouenfoklek Amal
She's so pretty when she show up in time
S7i7 wa7deni when she walking me by
Gotta lift my
demons tryna get me out my zone
So call on any angels to bring halos when I feel I alone
Bombing hits Shout out Pujols till they walk me by
Hit curves
as my means of motivation
So to all these lazy rappers wit no true aspiration
I just wanna let ya know that you're the inspiration
Behind the reasons for
I'm half past three
But caught in a dream
I'm caught in a dream
Bout you and me
My feet wanna leave
But I smoked all my green
I smoked all my green
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
inside my basement
That's where I spent many hours of my formative years
Surrounded by comic books, VHS tapes, kung fu movies, and gadgets, my turntables
you’re the friend of the working man.
(2x)
(Beat Change) V26 Woman 2
And, finally, the Pure Food and Drug Act, passed by Congress
V27 Woman 3
Gave
Forehead looked like it was bigger than the body of Jaws
High school wasn't any different, I was scrawny as fuck
My brain seemed to get smaller but I grew
through the situation
You can be my inspiration
Take to heart this invitation
Come on come on baby, ooh
Come on Buddy get with the beat
I don't know
through the situation
You can be my inspiration
Take to heart this invitation
Come on come on baby, ooh
Come on Buddy get with the beat
I don't know
circumference of 3
Most these raps I make are free
Im giving back to the fans who support me in the struggle
Track Suit all Black
got adias on my back
Iconic
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
three in the morning and I'm so bored (hey), making a new song hit record
No motivation, no inspiration, all of my songs sound the same
I'm down on my
Stone)
Bad to the bone
Shackles on feet now we free by the code
Trinity three I feel peace in my dome
Now we deliver divinity tones
Wrist game bad I don't
name
Every nigga is called Jaquees, Delonte, Sedrick
I got 3m
I got 3m shining on my feet yeah
You know I'm making noise on repeat yeah
Outta my way I
the level
In a dark time, that's my inspiration
(That's my inspiration)
(That's my inspiration)
(That's my inspiration)
(Let's go)
(This is the part 2)
(And
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