Lyrics:
worn
All you need is guts to handle fire and power
With Mr. Black around you see the opposition cower
Marshall Stack
He's dressed in black
With a power
pass the fire
Adversaries wanna relegate me
Watch me getting higher
Till da day I die
Never gonna re-ta-ya (retire)
As if I'm in a detox
Cause I keep
and freak hoes around 42nd, New York was hectic
I used to chill at the Broadway Arcade among the reckless
I was a loose wreck, wrecked out of sight in
it's motivation
I'm gon make it out of this neighborhood
The whole damn world can hear me say it
I'm cool AF
Go fuck yourself
If you have any questions,
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
It was just starting to drizzle as I walked out the door
But I've delivered papers in the rain like that before
Three-thirty in the morning, I was
the Batmobile
I could tell by the demon on the grill, this was real
Alley-cat screaming, I hit a trash can
Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags
it out by the blood of Jesus
We dig it out by the power of Jesus
To the depths of your heart
Go to a place where you've never been
Go to a place where
don't apply none of them to your life
You're looking at a man who has made the simple application of three or four scriptures
And maxed them out to get
The Blueprint was complicated
But that didn't phase me
Right here this is Phase III
I'm coming to my own
It's just a longer route
I saw the power in owning
by your lonely 9 outta 10 these negus phone
Fuck the drama don't get caught up in the mix
Keep it solid mind my own stay out my business
I been doing
people on the day of resurrection
And will lead them into the fire
And evil indeed is the place to which they are led
They were pursued by a curse in
my fresh code
I'm out here fighting for you, don't increase my stress load
Niggas watching the throne, very happy to be you
Power to the people,
to cover lunch money and train fare back to the suburbs
School had me on probation
My family rented rooms out by the week and went to the food kitchen for
He was known as Bucky Barnes
He was brainwashed by Hydra
Killed T'Challas father
Sometimes this world is too cruel
For ya Friendly Neighborhood Spider
I was a country kid through and through
I got my bare feet bit by a wreckin' crew
Of fire ants on a mission
For total domination of the font yard
at last
Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas
Got three quarters of your senses massed
You're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony
The majority
your negative attitude is stifling.
To tell the truth, it bothers me, Statistically, 2 out of 3 teachers that teach history will do it without any
make a left on Caress
Fire up the endo, can't fuck with the stress
Hangin' out with my niggas (fire up the bud, Cuz)
Sittin' in my '4
With fingers
out this damn hole
The devil said to me
You trying to get up out the neighborhood, I see
But don’t you want the bitches and the jewelry
This might be
other option so in turn gotta get it
Pops was in and out, in other words made an exit
Moms dated suckers on the real, some got checked quick
At a young
that fire and ice
cway foul mage, be blinded by light!
Claws or swords, we vanquish foes
Solving riddles while coming to blows
Chill in Mournsalt with
I gots to pay bills
And these niggaz can't stand me
Got this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candy
Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause
Tennessee another bugged
Out nigga stunts
Fuckin with me huh? you fuckin
With the wrong one
That fire spit from my K have
Your brains cooked well done
Now
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