Lyrics:
niggas I hired em
My new bitch head to fya
Go the other way from police sirens
I know deep down I can't stop trying
You tatted on me for life you signed in
You're being pulled by love, love, give me your more, give me your sweet, sweet love Give me your more, if you put it into sound, sound, love, give
Spell my name correctly, spell my name correctly
Not the way you think the way you see my spell it
Just know I reign supreme and there's no need
a label yeah yeah, no
I'm on the way though
It ain't no stopping until we get just what we came for
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
No, no, noooo, nooo, noo
Ain't no
my therapy the time is running
Hoping for a day that I can reunite my brothers
Up in the sky, for now we stuck and we high
There ain't no other way
Stopping a man from breathing
I can’t breathe breathe breathe breathe
Knee on my neck you can’t even
Call police if you need help
Do you trust that
Never
Hands up, officer don't shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other, it's no use
We ain't ever gonna
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
to respond timely leaving those kids and teachers in harm’s way only to be slaughtered by a disgruntled teen with a military style rifle who entered the school
the ambition of becoming a Canadian citizen; one of the best ways he could think of way getting married to a citizen of Canada. So, he was engaged to her because
attacked
By a rage of hunchmen!
Making his way through the
Evening traffic, greggery notices
That the other vehicles which
Crowd and bump his little red car
nothing
Or get rich just to lose it all like my nut when she done sucking
Sorry, that last line wasn't meant for public
But I been on some other shit lately
wanted by the police
And my wife thinks you're dead
Somebody spread the rumor that you had lost your life
Least that's the way I heard it and what I
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
to learn the hard way just to let her pass by, let her pass by
Oh just let her pass by
Now I see a million, I don't get excited
I might just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in
can see them haters watching
Ain't no stopping
I'm still rocking
Know they hate the way
I'm balling
I wake in the morning count that money up (Count
hands
Some to say hello others
Stay as warm as they can
I'm stopping in
For a hot cup of coffee
With an old bum who says
He could've been James Dean
Responsibility success to me
Only seize the throne if it earned by me
Not a soul living that’ll be stopping me
I’ve always dreamed big with a legacy
Cast myself
or he white
(That's Jonathan Emile by the way)
Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety
in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn
Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
I got picked up by the gazpacho police
My wife is trying to arrange my release
I'm wishin' I was down the road a piece
Far away from the gazpacho
(Gimme that shit)
Don't call the police (Wee-woo)
I'm all over these (Pancakes)
Please lease the ease don't crease the sneaks
I'm a beast honey freeze
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