Lyrics:
early morning,
Dew on the field, sun is up, day looks great in fact
Pitch is ready, umpires set, for cricket on the flats.
Chorus
Cricket on the flats
the chills, how you feel?
Bitch I'm the mothafucking best, talking that shit, just know you up next
Fuck your local set cause I be the global threat
Master name
With you by my side
I'm destined for greatness (greatnes oh uh)
Brukututu mama e (ye)
I like your figure i like your way (way)
And this figure eight e
life balance rocky
I overthink constantly
I'm stuck in the bullshit that's I feel dog
shit hit my fan I had to heal dog
Reality set in I wasn't ready dog
on two years and I'm sitting on a bed
Hands on my head,
Looking at a text she sent
I wasn't ready for this, no
I was like eight hours from home
No one
consistency and push, we put our limits to the test
Twelve to fifteen minutes, if that's where you land
Know it's a great start, by your own hand
Eight
by
Because your messin' with my Bad Side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior
Shine my heart,
it's a beautiful day
Make up, and dressed
Are you ready to go?
Weather is great,
it's my holiday
We gotta party all day long
Happy
eight oh eights
Worked hard this week I barely ate
Just met yo hoe, we set a date
Red headed hoe got carrot cake
She text me late said I'm so great
I'm
pressed from coal, I'm
Just ( pause) flesh and bone,
Toned to def by poems, I etched in stone
Yes I'm blessed, da next testament
Must confess, I just
hard from start[00:59.94]Guess I'm outside till it's dark[01:01.82]We all just running through the park[01:04.16]Ready set start[01:05.63]And We get
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've
grand to make a vegan man eat turducken
You know I wouldn't hold off, I would spend my figures
Get a nose job, make it even bigger
Set my Nissan on fire
is ready
Can you set the table honey
Your dad will be home late tonight
He'll be drunk again so be ready
We can play Gulliver's island again
Pretend
At the sound of the tone, the time will be twelve A.M.
Ready in the intro, cue up the Serch-lite
Point us to the center stage (I'll grab
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
time 2 chill cuz my time occupied
Shit movin fast i cant let it pass me by
Fill up da tank
Str8 2 da bank
Deposit da money
Ans do it again
Trust da
Out on the old pictou road
We're all set up we're ready to go
It's Saturday night we're stepping on over the line
It feels like it's 1969
Running
a liar?
Ready to get burnt?
'Cause you played with fire
You gettin' burned homie
By the devil homie
I play both sides
Just so that I'm not lonely
Do you
the top, you better be
Ready to climb, I hit on a dime
Never get tired, I never resign
Mine at the peak, look down at my feet
And all that I see, is people
and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
This is the stage of Triple-X
When you're sittin' by
at a real at a real live nigga
that craaazy and get ready to
die loc,any last wordz before your ass gets smoked,it aint a joke cuz my
pockets is broke my
son, I get dumb
Word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev Run,
When the Source set it down, I'm inner serviced
To cop the type of verses
You're not ready for my magic
I am pretty strange I'm Doctor Strange
Up in this metaphysical dimension
Up and high more than this kite
Back then when
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