Lyrics:
care. Compton's 50 miles but,
yo, I'm ma get there. Archin my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl
Lewis I'm bailin' the f**k out. from city
scraps but I will scrap with the beat
I defeat I’ma beat this beat like it is Tyson, I’m Lewis
In ‘02 my first kiss
5 years old, Valencia I don’t miss ya
J.N.: "I can make a bigger splash than you!"
Jimmy: "Oh yeah, give it a shot."
[While jumping up and down on diving board]
J.N.: "Can opener!"
[Big
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
coaster but I stay along for the ride
Put my heart up on the page, and the song gonna cry
There's logic behind the way stayin' caught in a lie, boy
Ain't
and trees
10 keys with my 8 G's
Hoover hats like the star of David
Pull on shots unless kidney faded
Rent a pony, might go with Emmett
Move out the set but
like Jesus said
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands above my head
Hands together- Put your hands together
Now sing it
I won't cry
And she wanna lick me
Nah, I can't defog but I'm into Misty (Ooo)
Ok, let's go, Gen 1
My thrones ice cold like an Articuno, fly
My foes die slow
Got
to the truth before I overcame
Now I can't trade the kingdom for a petty dollar
Boy, I'm trapping these demons, but it ain't Benihana's
Stacking riches in
care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'ma get there.
Archin' my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From city
a way to cope, something that just ain't harmful
'Cause I don't wanna lose my life, RIP to James Arnold
And I know it but my anger gets the best of me
My
your column in inches
Five stars, even if the critics don't give this
Eleven out of ten on my worst days
But they didn't believe it in the first place
smasher rap king
It's the slip stream
Spun round by my whirlwind
It's the Brothers McBane
Slay guys like slain
Poetical poison Tube trains
Through your vein
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em
you say
Downtown, 305, I be livin' off the bay
Shoot my shot up it go splash, spot up like I'm Klay (splash)
I just landed in LA
Three night stay
This
give you, what'll you give me?
You'll fuck it all up for the love of lust
Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe
Peace 'til
gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you better give it away before you go
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Greed is the word, it's a verb
Wants
head
I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
Got blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I'm never gonna make it
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
give me some help
I ain't never gone lose I put that on my health
Feeling like I'm meek milly with nightmares in hell
They be steady sneak dissing they
to fill this hole in my heart
And I got nowhere to go, when it all falls down
Got nowhere to run, when it all runs out
Drownin' my sorrows with bottles
Too
with a question
But off that, I’m off that, got more raps that’s all facts
Exhausted from mindsets and I can’t just fall back
Y’all saying niggas ain’t
y'all niggas if it wasn't a
Skirt it was gonna be a dress
Don't give a fuck who you are
I makes the whole city hot
Lick fifty shots at idi-ots
Show him I
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