Lyrics:
...Two Four Seven
Seven Eleven
On My Grind
No More Stop
(Two Four Seven
Seven Eleven
On My Grind
No More Stop)
Don’t you stop mr soldier man
Life
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
[Intro: Ty Balla]
It’s Ty Balla!
Balla Brothers, The Movement!
[Bridge: Ty Balla]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, (OH, OH!)
Why you gotta be so colld,
You know if i could change i would baby
Told me ta just hit the road,
But if i leave im gone for good baby,
Never meant
sighed like seven bridges
Like a natural-born survivor
As we drove into the night
I could feel the forest jangling
All the choices laid before me
degree
And my elders excel
I mean what the hell
We might as well bridge these gaps
In all before we fall in the fire
It's a million MCs upon a plan they
the hell
We might as well bridge these gaps
In all before we fall in the fire
[Black Thought:]
It's a million mc's upon a plan they call real tryin'
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
stuck a fork into a road map right through Nashville, Tennessee
Swimming pools, country stars
Hitchhiking on the shoulder of the road to nowhere fast
Jacket on, go full metal
From my head to the tip of my toe now
Stone cold, but I don't settle
Cuz the road that I rove don't slow down
Jacket on, go
On the road from the pithead
The churchyard packed
With mining dead
Then beneath the bridge
He comes to a giant car
A shroud of snow upon the roof
me
but my 3-5-7 is wit me.
Ain't goin' out I ain't,
I'd rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who's dark.
I never ever walk streets lonely,
I
And I'ma pay you back
I'm in the city now, gettin' trailed around by seven 'Lacs
And them members real close with all them dirty straps
He done went too
Looking back, when we were young
Running wild, countryside
Far from home, long lost road
Train goes by, cloudy sky
Whispers, from the old lighthouse
Started rapping on the mic dv mixing up the track
Getting to the bag I like to ball not talking shaq
Brother trying hit the stu so I made another slap
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
Turnham where 24/7 it’s grey on the blocka
And you can get eaten by wolves but no Jota
The gang stay united yeah something Pogba
Man I grew up around
of brother to stand out, always keep my hand out
To help another brother, what is taught by my mother
Good to the drip drop and I won't flip flop
Straight
ain't throwing no hands
Throwing no hands
I took a break from my lil' rap, now see me in my mode
With my brother Hen, I ain't gone switch
I live right by
I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps
But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the coach is
Joy to the world the Lord is come
Let Earth received her King
Let every heart prepare Him room
And Heav'n and nature sing
By a one lane bridge
TEQUILc
WITH NO CHcSE-
LIKE KINGS WE GOT THE
FLECHc cZUL BY THE CcSE-
BRIDGE:
I HEcRD YOU GOT THcT CHRISTcLLINO
TOLD YOU WE FOT THcT FLEXHc cZUL FOOL
NOW
them in my mind
On the hospital bed some saying am done
No way brother that's a long way
You're my father's son
Fall down seven times get up eight
visit then
You could journey with me to different places by listenin'
Shittin' on 'em, ya brother got it covered
We can slug it, knuckle it however you
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