Lyrics:
That was taken over by False Information
Ighttt, let's get it
I noticed that in 2015
That any movement always had a name and a reason
So on October 19th,
she’s 63…
V126 Woman 1 (off mic)
…her lips are set free!
V127 Fanny
Tell us further what you’ve got, Mrs. Finkelstein, so far you’re on the spot!
a gangsta how to love
It was always tough love in the hood no courtesy in relationships
Thug love only went so far on some gangsta shit
Always been a rider,
what I wanted instead
Of a boring painful life for that I'll be always in your debt
So I'm writing this letter man
One late night, hope I don't jack it
Glory to God
Check it out
As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions
So far that all he sees is progression
His love
out that they aren't fighting what they think they fighting for
Yeah yeah yeah
Revolt
They could never put it a hold
To the movement of Jehovah
So don't
when is my turn,
I pour out my pain I always get burned ,
My actions is loud so is my words,
So tired of silence I wanna get heard,
The movement
the oaks
Ain't talk about Jon gruden
Rocketeer let me fly
Far East movement
Proving I
I said what I'm gettin in
Life in this world is heaven sent
No
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
consider the latter
Never a thought to reconsider
What actually matters
So now we find The King
In a drunken scene
Gathered by servants, soldiers, and his
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town
We come so far and we move so fast
Making hay see it
smokin that killa
Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut
Gotta get far from this place
I don't know where, but I know away
They don't like me, tell by the face
Can sense those eyes from a mile away
Please
will u see our pains
ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo
Now we are asking why in the midst of blessings we seem so cursed
What's the reason why we're
that way from the start
Loving you is easy but we so far apart
The distance between us it can't be measured by yards
But instead
(What the fuck am
poster
East side vulture
Preying on your dead caracas
Sorry I was starving
Niggas out here don't want me to win
So I talk my shit again and again
(Again
the bars
I've expended so far
Don't want to rap no more its been so long
I wish the clock would hurry up and tick
I'm out in the bush and the sticks
Humpin
really check the facts
It never match up with the movement
Dem ah talk, Dem ah talk
But we see, But we see
What ah gwan, What ah gwan
No pay attention
too drafty in here, those girls will certainly catch their death of cold" and shoved to left by bearded steward but every movement my companion catches
ride on
And if you're a winner, win on
So when you see this nigga pass by in your hood
I keep my grind on cos I got my swagger right
Never looking back
caused by the disruption is speculated
To be far worse than allowing the ride to run its course
The only true anecdote would be to decided to board
I chose
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
with any
Movement I’m just
Losin it reality can melt
I get illusions that I’m really
Somewhere else when
I been lying in the corner of
That bedroom by
the north, to the south,
To the east, to the west, it just don't stop.
So to all my real g's, throw them up high,
To all the ballers that have the corks
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