Lyrics:
of the tortoise and hare?
I'm switchin' the gear
Started off in the back, bitch
But now I'm winnin', it's clear
Nigga, I'm here
For real
I got my married
bars
But she said the block's hot can she come to the Shard
Her back end is huge like she's stuffing her ass
But everything's real that's my suttin'
wield the magnum/
With straight abandon, Reggie Hammond back in town/
Smack you down, kick a crown, kick the real shit/
I make ya wheels drift and car
love for my homies who done shed blood for my homies
In the night sometimes I wish I coulda took slugs for my homies
But they gone now and you better
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's what we'll do.
We gotta lotta work here, me and you.
The souls
by Joe Rockhead and left for Charlie now
Everybody was bound so we go through the set
And me I brought my mic in case it's to time to get wrecked
I'm stuck in a dream state
A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my teammate
See we a closer, to Fred and Barney Rubble
So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you
check out something fresh
Homegrown talent by the name of Skepta
This is called Lay Her Down
And I'm feeling it it's big let's go
You’re telling people
may not be as sharp as a needle
But I'm an asian Big baller
I just wish I was a little taller
Like Tommy Hammond
My manager
He's a great baseball
it's not your fault that you not the man
I give to the game all you do is demand
I gave my life yeah now ma shit blew up
And no one can stop me I'm all
hot/will he pop or is he city hot/real talk i'm tryina make the whole city rock/i'm a hustla, I could set up shop on any block/ and 20 shots a make a nigga
how it goes when your people want to fuck with crack
Then the feds wanna send my niggas to pen, when deep down we all know the real villains is them
right now I'm booing you
What did Kobe, Gigi and them other passengers do to you? (What they do?)
My condolences at this time is all I could offer
Kobe
cause I’m still up in Hammond
Like bitch I’m gone build me a mansion
Real flashy you know that im fancy
Got acres surrounded with fences
And I told em sit
the pirate life is workin' up an appetite
I'm captin Jack Sparrow So where is the boat
Fred I think it's a ship Well both of em float
Is that the miner 49er
Rain, three million iTunes sold man
I don't give a fuck nigga!
Fight for my life, this is the resurrection nigga!
Hop out the motherfuckin' casket -
me? Lucky
As long as none of you touch me everything'll be lovely
Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat
You're black,
the lions den
Welcome back to reality
Kids dying, dragged to the earth by gravity
One man's fact is another's fallacy
Welcome back, seldom spit fact
Wack
Assuming this is yo first time here
I am proud to welcome you to Last Chance Studio
And if it ain't, I appreciate you for coming back
Much love
You
a little different (different)
I was raised by a real life (real life)
Let me show you what love is, I promise it'll change your life
I wanna kiss love
YOU MATTER
Words and Music By Carolee Rainey
Produced By Robert L. Smith
Engineered and Mastered By Robert L. Smith and Defy Recordings
Guitars
humble is a gift
And I promise I been content
20 years on this grind
Still refuse to take a chair
They say home is where the heart is
BR. Hammond. New
me and Just Blaze
How are they for real
Is them niggas really paid?
Rappers I met or dealt with direct
Is it true he won't send a beat
Tape until he
and what they ask bout
Shoutout to my niggas in the FED
The county to state
My niggas said when I come home Fred I'm gon buy me some weight
Sit
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