Lyrics:
Bitch niggas fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good night train
And yo, set it off
Champion gear that I
the pints and gallons
A heart of malice that doesn't beat
Resides inside my chest cavity
I'm a cemetery walker
Living at the fucken bottom
Of the valley
to fulfill to bring us right back up
Invest in ourselves and we gotta stack up
Good vibes, so our body toll don't stack up
Keep some ridas by your side in case
reigned
Fuck the ice in the range, I'm tryin' to get stock
Generate mil's so I can buy back my old block
It's like the rap games far from the crack
true indeed
I rock it to the East, the East is the seed
To see that them days back, yo' sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are
a little hemmed in
Walking over the hill, heading northeast from Camden
Up towards Holloway, and that magic flat where me and Dave
Kept plugging
true indeed
I rock it to the East, the East is the seed
To see that them days back, yo' sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are
trees with wax
This my beat
Physike bring the bass
Bring that ass back
Oaklas picked
And I only got deeds
With bitches with class
Like
Zipped outta
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
up and seekin' out the window
Hittin' every small-town dirt road
And that's how it goes
You live long enough and people get old
Yeah, people get
fuck it time to Bring the Beat Back I remember times we had to sweep rats
A lot of weight on my shoulders seem like smoking weed the only way I can relax
never coming back
And this sample really hit my soul
Remember we was kids wish that we could bring those summers back
We be like la di da di da
let our
On a windin' dirt back road
In the hills of Arkansas
In a little country farmhouse
With his mama and his pa
Lived a plain old plough boy
By
and butter serve it fresh heated
Fuck a back-burner what you say you goin' do
I already did it for you
My old shit still sounding new
My baby know that's her
your grind cuh them man pree
Give me some time i will be outside in an AMG
Man got freed, buss that case like 1-2-3
My gs said bring that beat and i
that stuff they can keep all that bling
I'd rather wear some beat up old hand me down clothes that's used
Than have that overpriced China made name brand
it's K Michelle
Know some niggas that be throwin' C's, but it ain't Chanel
She a smart young bitch, think she go to Yale
She a angel, beat her head,
Big S too hot
Real talk how I smell like a million bucks
Divide that by nothing and that’ll give you how many fucks
Or how many guns been shot
Or how
past lies
How many years gotta go by till
You realize that time flies
These days I'm looking at life
It got me wide eyed
I do beg your pardon
Ladies
[Chorus]
Beats bangin' better bring it big or bounce bitch
'Bout to blastin' in blood I'm back in this black brick
Boss ball I've been breakin' bread 'n
ya'all best check
The book out by Hanh--Peace is every step
Now it's dave turn to bring the verbals
I won't touch the guitar because I am horrible
He loves
gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
Fuck all
beg you don’t shout me
I beg you don’t, low it
No service on the telephone
Man these chicks off beat Bring the metronome
Aye, yo, bring me back
Yo,
if
He backs it up with intelligent
Thought the problem is, america
Doesn't have the intelligent
Conversation that, they read a headline
But that's
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