Lyrics:
I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important
I'll be down
I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important
I'll be down
the pedal down, heading for Slapton Ley
Hear the engine roar, my wife's waiting by the bay
Driving down the south coast road
I'm running on overload
Racing
the corner, please pull me out this terror
I'm only twenty-three but I know the pallbearer
I'm looking for the right direction
I'm searching for the road
that ain’t fair to me
I don’t need to down a chaser when I’m off the lean
Cause every man for themselves in this bitch
Every man for themselves in this
akwadaa bɔnee
Step on the road all black out
Chilling on the block with my guys
Tracksuit bottoms socks and slides
Roll up coughs man I'm tryna get
I'm just walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking
Uu uu
You never live if you're just too Scared to die
Uu oo Oo Oo
Everybody wants Heaven I Know
But Darling
Freedom ain't free it's a long Rooad
Mey3
One, two, three, four!
Wake up and live, y'all,
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots
Foreign whip, I'm winnin', been
On road, windows tinted, huh
Baby, I'm sick, I'm ill-in', she want
Me to have her children, huh
(Lezter) la di da, slob
I say
Whoa
We aint goin fold
We been down this old lonely road that country road
Everybody can’t go get lost won’t make it home
I Say
Yea im violent
One, two, three, here we go
Yeah
I'm walking out my front door
I'm jumping in my car
Take another left on Main Street
Head right to where you
one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna
to Organized, 'cause they raised me
I'm also down with LaFace 'cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool
Yeah, it's real cool, getting paid fat pockets
to Organized, cause they raised me
I'm also down with LaFace cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool
Yeah, it's real cool, getting paid fat pockets
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
0106 (Skrrr)
Volume 5, The Cypher
1 man Thousand
I'm getting used to this
Kw3mo,
My name be phyl4lyph amazing rapper
Been raising bars ablazed in
kick
In they fucking door
And lay your wife down, lay your kids down
And slice they neck, then I get respect
Even though I might pay the price
I'm living
I'm about to take full control
Watch how I take control
I'm about to break down your door
I'm about to shake your soul
Don't want to play games no
different and I'm wantin' to be me
While I'm out chasing dreams and it's a paradox of feelings
Goin' down this album's road, with nowhere to go, oh
I've got
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take
Nigga, long live 3, stop dissing the bros
If you live by the gun, you gon' die with your gun
I got a Glock, four-five, lil' nigga, don't run
I'm a hot lil'
Credits like crack, blow it up by the gram
Edit my stack, holy fuck I'm the man
Up til seven every morning losing track of the time
My morning commute is
a stereotype
Express yourself then you will feel alright all night
'Cause it's party time that's why I'm here
Kicking a rhyme
Get up, get down, get into
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