Lyrics:
two thangs
It ain't the way it's the principle
What kind of student make more money than the principal
And I never made the honor roll
But I'm in
Yk my gun dirty I ain't selling my stick
Im on a whole other grind and im finna get rich
Ik she done did this before from tha way that she sucking my
flammable
Olay the way I handle buhls
Getting to the bag like Mike Trout
I swim against all doubt
Your motion is all clout
You're sour here's more kraut
Go
They're counting me out?
I got them mad now
Missed your chance to get down with the cash cow
Hits like Mike Trout
That stick like Mike Tyson's
Either way
the streets
[Canibus]
Can you feel it? Nothin can save ya
Cause this is the season of the infrared laser
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
is show
gave her good dick now she feeling disabled
Damn near got aa double double from the way that I'm running up dime after dime
If you ain't finna fuck then
immigrants are ruining our greatest land but
Your prejudice and racism causes way more damage
I can't breathe
Where’s the human decency?
America is suffocating
an honor
To be considered as someone with potential to conquer
King Tud but the kingdom's still way over yonder
A yandere motherfucker
I'm on my Kanye shit
I
Girl cologne you smashin' it
Jump in take a spin destination Staten
I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin'
She replied, "Street, you
your nappy hair till it hurts
Oh what I'm saying
Stop using the rope take 'em real off these streets
Or you might hurt your throat
You know you
Dive deep in that water, I ain't know what to do
But somebody had to do it, had to show 'em the proof
Way more to dealin' than just sellin' dope
Way
deposed
The people ask for more and more
He found the car down by the docks
She had left it in one piece
There was a letter on the dash
She had landed
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
Flexing everyday like I'm in Cali
Grew up in the streets left in the alley's
Bro what am I saying, this is way too serious, hold up I'ma switch it up real
M1onthebeat
M1onthebeat
Turn
I see them man dasheen (Turn turn turn turn)
They always been talkers see me in the flesh and it's always been Walters
It's Wintertime and the weather's fine |The snow on the woods and fields when I reveal... my snowmobile|Thrill by thrill by golly n' hill |Baby it'll
got me feeling like trout
Pussy ass nigga did I see you pout
Tryn help people who told me I cant
You slide ona beat well shit I guess I dance
Fuck what
and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat
and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat
your nappy hair till it hurts
Oh what I'm saying
Stop using the rope take 'em real off these streets
Or you might hurt your throat
You know you
farm my weed I'm cultivating
I roll one, light one, puff one Ganja
Nice one, Tall one, sativa, Ganja
Me holla, Kronic Walters, Ganja
Make we share one
of shells cooked out the kitchen for free
Dropped off spoiled trout made your living room reek
While you give fits, i make hits, quick fast in a hurry
I
fifteen
I was gonna put my words on the beat
Thought by now I'd be running these streets
Have bare tunes like on JDZ
But somewhere along that line I
bought While im popping lids
Coup detat
Praise be cllah
MFs lost in the sauce
Tell em knock it off
I'm on way to the papes get wavey
ct all times
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