Lyrics:
show out and I ruin bitches esteem
I'm a real bitch
Fuck with me
I keep it a buck 50
I ride by my lonely, but my brothers in the cut with it
This dick
to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black
Xs do me dirty like a producer missing a beat
Do my dance you missing my genes
Got some bread now my pockets is yeast
Share it down but I ain't no
burned or drop funk heavy, every line get a plus
Like Chevy you can tell by the grill
Crack a smile then cook em is real
They still over looking, fuck it
let it go to my head
I can't let e'm cross me
So I keep to the nigga that they crossed
I don't get it under the bed
You gon die by the lead tho
I put
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
the brothers at shake shack
Wait
We finna dine in
Die to yoself let the spirit in
Jesus is Lord we took the win
If We take it by force imma split his wig
They
filters
No I’m never gone switch up
Can’t catch what I pitch ya
Get checkmate with a bishop
Get double teamed during pick up
That’s me, D Book
I gotta shoot
recognize real, real niggas gon' speak (wipe me down)
Summer, Winter, Imma get it
You can tell I got cake by the golds in my teeth
What does the word
the goons pray, I'm knowing how this shit go
Real Lakeside baby, I do it for my kinfolk
Tell me what's the word, you must not heard, I'm stormin' by
pray, I'm knowin' how this shit go
Real Lakeside baby, I do it for my kinfolk
Tell me what's the word, you must not heard, I'm stormin' by demand
I
to vent a rhyme
So I can still invent the lines and stay close to the friends of mine
"'Cause real will recognize real" is what my father says
And I'll
y-e-s is spelling yes and e-y-e-s spelling e-yes, no eyes
It can't be my time to die (why)
Left the game still yet to prime (I)
Take me back so I can
And said gon' wait up for me, like a scale
I fucked her good, now she under my spell
She be calling me "Jesus" every time I nail
I was cooler than Zach,
Tryna get by with this nine to the five
It ain't working for me anymore
I'm finna take all my time when I'm counting it out
Like a chef how I flip
A nigga talking 'bout mufucka can't use no tune
Like mufucka ain't in these streets
On Lil Moe grave these niggas is straight hoes (on God)
Niggas
Yo E, somebody come in this motherfucker
With me man
I'm with you nigga, you don't need nobody
I'm with you nigga come on nigga what's up?
LS
everyday and nothing can stop me
It doesn't matter what I face e yeah eh eh I am getting bigger everyday getting bigger everyday
I have Jesus in my life
These brooklyn cats, I hope we eatin your food black
We keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with me
That understand that street knowledge was
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
true, but
Can I be for real?
This is how I feel
I'm in need of love
So let's dip up out of here
Ooh, you just my type
Everything's so right
And I just
friend from high-school
She went to a rave then she scored some E
Then she got real brave
Then she got knocked up from by
A white boy with long hair
Ask
cares how they feel
And when we are faced by our enemies
Remember Who first loved you and me
We need to show everyone God's Love is real
They need to see
to describe it
It's evident, you by my side is truly heaven sent
Is why your sexual healing is my soul medicine
I yearn for, give me the time Mami I'll learn
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