Lyrics:
to the lawn, out there
She kicked me hard, to the grill
With one of them, Doc Martin heels
Murderas, you know how that feels
Your lip be out there
Time
nigga
P!
I Chewbacca'd the chicken
Chin checkin' your chest
Get chopped champ
Got stamped by the boot from the camp
I'm provin' I can, I'm provin'
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
move that body nonstop
Dey make me dey lose my mind
I'm saying whats up
I'm saying what's up
What's up baby
Okay as the chorus said
I was outside
time
Are your feeling still the same or have you changed your mind
I tried to give you money you questioned me what it's for
All I wanted was your love
it wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My
Capturing my mind claiming I'm your biggest fantasy
I'm unattachin, what think you can spies me
If I couldn't hear your words and only judge you by your
the deception
They war is decided by the one who has the funs
After 500 of oppression
Your still ah fall for the deception
So divided you can’t make demands
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
depression comes
To defeat
And I cheat by
Evading the thoughts
That mascaraed
In the plot of my mind
That I retreated
I remember feeling at peace
With
Don’t get it fucked up yeah we straight
Tell your neighbor to take his
Hand out the collection plate
Or get struck down by the hand of God
Damn if I ain’t
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
by Glee
Feel like Martin Luther with unfinished biz to capture
Infinite tasks to accomplish before the next rapture
Time is a coveted possession often
If they judging by appearances how they treating my color way
I swear ain't no comparison
What a time to be alive better cherish it
Money on my mind
a life
Where I can get by
Never go worry about things I don't mind
I just hope that one day this
Dream that I'm wishing its coming to life
This story that
Paris Life Music
God’s work
I’m a King, Martin Luther
Baby got a body like a Supra
“Victory” tattooed under her necklace
And the only L’s she got is
Just like candy (It takes over me)
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
Mechanical to pain will bring flavors to your mind
And in
And while I see his whole clique pass us by
Motherfuckers think they qualify
And for those niggas want to try
The G.O.D., the G.O.D
Yo
I'm not caught up in
standin' close to me
So cold, a ferocious G, niggas ain't as dope as me
Mind your fuckin' business, watch your mouth when you approachin' me
I fuck with hoes
your burdens for you
Even beat popo for you
Get tools to undo your screws
Me I go stand by you
Carry your burdens for you
Even beat popo for you
Get
time
To buy you up a chateau
Put your vision on a board by the front Do
Even though we still feel the knock of Jim Crow
Hindsight's 20/20 but your path
ordering fries
Playing catch up
Now catch up to your mind
Where you Are
Where you Are
Where you go
Where you go
Promise
I will be Your diary
I will be your
ordering fries
Playing catch up
Now catch up to your mind
Where you Are
Where you Are
Where you go
Where you go
Promise
I will be Your diary
I will be your
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