Lyrics:
under the sun
But only to her I run
Goddess goddess I know
Yeah you can back up back up for sure
Less you wanna get up get up alone
But you won't get up
So were on your side
DEMAND TRANS RIGHTS
You're not alone in this fight
P.r.o.t.e.c.t.t.r.a.n.s.k.i.d.s.
Protect Trans Kids
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
abbreviated
M-C'ing
Like 360ʼin in the B.M
At 3 p.m
With M.D.M.A in me and
I ain't even stick the key in yet
You can't tell me nothing no not anything
You walk
sucker for his money
It's so funny
Cars ride by, with the boomin' system
Sayin, "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
Now I'm
knows it wasn't smart
But he's thinking with his heart
Plus they told him come alone or his mother's getting clapped
He finally pulls up, they can see
and my pro-tection
Any sucker MC must run come
Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man
Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone
1990 lyrics 'pon
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
Chasin the green
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in they knees
To Abuse they needs
They come
alley hoops
It's the way I enter ciphers, spark it like a lighter
Freestyles off the top for herbs and rhyme biters
J. Sands, focusin 360 degrees
With my
straight to the action
Submitted that hoe until she started tappin'
Then left her alone, did some add and subtraction
Divided it by two and I got me
rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
30 Days Straight Robbin
Shit done turn to 60, 60 done Turn into 360 days Imtellinya
Said fuck that rap shit
I'm back tho
DisShitOutDaGate
Grew up in
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
friends with the dial tone
'Cause you're not pickin' up the phone
I called your cell and your home
And still I sit here alone
Boy, you got me wonderin'
The best in the business
Yea, it's about that time, ya heard?
We the best nigga, we back nigga
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles,
bitches, going Kony, bitch
I got an army motherfucker full of only kids
Got a squad of kids about 12 years old
Run in they momma crib put the chrome to her
lettin' you know
everything in this world is connected one way or another
although well hid undercover
by who? We don't know? And why? We're not sure
but we
a drive-by on a church
Got 30's and ratchets, AR with attachments
We kill em we catch em
Threw on my dog on em he fetch him
He was at home alone he stressin
Burning erbs like Jamaica
Still got 5 months on papers
Blow blunts by da flava
P.O. piss me gotta fake her
I'm So high God my neighbor
I'm So high
like aint got time
Aint got no limit, had to leave that lean alone before my time ended all about my money nigga
If you aint bout the money like T I P
I've learned how to speak in faith and keep the Devil on the run
By speaking in faith
I'm speaking in faith
I'm speaking in faith
I'm speaking in faith
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