Lyrics:
a trapped place
Is not what it's about
I'm at odds, man
I'm at odds
Dog days flew right by us
Yet no work's been done
So I ran from my former self
To see if
It's feeling like my entire city raps now
So I'm loading lyrical choppers at they ass, blaow!
Put a red dot on they nose 'cause they class clowns
We
It's feeling like my entire city raps now
So I'm loading lyrical choppers at they ass, blaow!
Put a red dot on they nose 'cause they class clowns
We
It's feeling like my entire city raps now
So I'm loading lyrical choppers at they ass, blaow!
Put a red dot on they nose 'cause they class clowns
We
What ho.... sed de ting!
Welcome to "not alot of people know that, part 5." Yes, you lot out there, ah you're so lucky! How can you
be getting so
bein' blinded by the bullshit, they talkin' like Jake, man I'm sittin' here Facebook stalkin
Happy birthday man, another memory, another slip, another
at
I said Fake it til you make it came up on a red can
Black magic I got the method I feel like RedMan
Free smoke always around call that shit headband
ain't better than here bitch believe that
She got some money out the country Ima over see that
Twelve jurors looking at you cold you ever seen that
A man
turn the lights out make it ice
Late flights, red eye, double A to LGA with the crown got kicked out
Get it jumping in the crowd like triple A
I'ma jump
man cuz the U.S. got dicked down by Nixon
60’s did it big, cuz they made do what it did
I know what it is,
Now imma simple man just gettin’ to his
scents
Took the laces out the Gats so
I'm watching where I step
I just try to get by, I chug along like djent
If I keep my wit's, we all set
If I split my
He had to move out
And drop his mother in a new house
He had nothin' to go home to
Defeat was on the menu
A two time loser (ohh man), deja vu
Fell
Both middle fingers up, point 'em at the industry
Watch a misguided angel bust
Like I'm on red devil angel dust
Man I play off the pain
Bear
handbags
chenellin her dress
and when im in ya crib
im slidin out her ribs
and she tell me the rest
but i tell her whtever
next time i drop by ima leave u
best to the fool on a whim
The hanged man, the tower
Ill-conceived lovers bound to their work on the wheel
Speaking by fire and sleeping by creed
folks
Focus on riches
Just
Tryna live the dream
Not talking no Hakeem
So whatever come between
Gon get the red beam
I ain't tryna hear nothing
When i pull
For me ever going broke
Man i'm tryna' get these big stacks
(Tryna' make it big)
Cause this shit is not a game
And yo' ass should be ashamed
If you
Make i tell you one story
Make i yarn you one story
Na who get money for life na him be wise man
No be by bsc
Na to make this
[Chorus]
[R. Prophit]
Bring out your kids and just treat em
cotton candy plus freedom
raised by (?) and feed em
sweet as Shirly Temple singin
Clown
rocking my mikes
Number 11 patent leather Carolina all whites
Yea they come out in December but I'm rocking em’ tonight
Man somebody better tell em I’m
been out here for twenty-some-odd years
Doin' my thing, I ain't no fool, man
You crazy or something?
I'm gonna stick this, right up your
The girl I
cash out
Nah ato uto nu uto
To be a man
No be one day job
Two four seven
Anyi na agambo
See us now
We don Dey ball
Even haters don Dey call
No guts no
experience of her lack of maternal instincts
I found I've defeated all odds to make it
Without a mama's love now I feel out of place
Extra wounds for a man
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
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