Lyrics:
on clicking till that nigga drop
Like and I told my so you
Ain't gotta work for nothing
I been turning nothing into something
I was just trapping, flipping by
don't give a fuck who they hitting
They can graze your mom
I load the motherfucking clip in
They like baby bombs
I see it as something beautiful
When
See the cops start running
Nigga call the dogs
They can't see me, I throw that Molotov
And clear the whole field out
Nigga call the gods
I don't give
you what I'm gonna do
I dip and I dab like a Mike Tyson jab
Even though there's flab I possess the gift of gab
I shoot it like a jammy and girls give
they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T`s gold
Now I`m in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
I`m the Dread Man, you fucked up by
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
Phil how real this is, the weed
Smoke Fest '99 burn something to the beat
Yeah yeah yeah
I was lookin' to get my skull blowed up like Kid Dynamtie
of treating her right to be her superman
To give her dreams flight having dinner don't need candlelight
Cause the sparkle in her eye smiles shines so bright so
money on table, then Ima kill then
Fuck that we can get em up, I’ll drill each nigga 1 by 1, I’ll eat a slug for my son, made realer than these niggaz
give me chills
I promise, y'all there is no metaphor for how I feel
Bottoms up, glasses filled
Life is just a battlefield
Why would I follow Roman
ever spat a bar, I don't need attention
By the time I'm 30 im trying to cop the bentley
With the 20 inch rims and a low suspension
Rappers give it all
a big girl
You know it's big world and we got so much to do
I ain't got none to prove
I still get paid to do what I was made to do
But I gotta thing
the OGs could go sent to shop
The OGs used to give us burners then we'd let 'em pop
Have you ever set up shop and end up in a box?
And by the time you
I'm anti-give a fuck, I just live it up
That's how I'm living and my
Liver stay liquored up
Nightmares every night till I see the lights
The next
This ya boy, DLOW
Bop king
And I'm 'bout to get with something new for y'all (turn up)
Know everybody dance, they do their thing (turn up)
But
rides (hey was up homes)
With their ladies sitting by their side
People think we look crazy, but I think we look classy
But then again that's only if
Yeah I dropped a tape
Surprised myself man
I don't know how I feel about it
Other than fucking amazing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me give you lil'
[BRIAN]
There's a girl passing by
[NICKY]
No, I think it's a guy
[ALL BUT PRINCETON]
And a homeless man who only wants
to buy something to eat!
music
Muscle music
Work your body
Work your body 'till it drops
You can't buy this stuff in shops
You gotta feel the pain
Feel the pain
Give
rides (Hey was up homes)
With their ladies sitting by their side
People think we look crazy, but I think we look classy
But then again that's only if
everything’s gotta be exactly as it oughtta be spoken
Trust in the lottery soldered on a subway token
They call this the waste of an era
The taste
walkin by
I've been in a flurry of war, and enemies ain't talkin right
I don't have the time, ain't expectin no love up in here
Allah I pray you forgive me
Gold chain artists with loose change tokens
So ahead of the time- introverted, outspoken
Still smoking, still hoping this would lead to something
bond, Our history
All built on broken dreams
Never letting go, gotta love our persistency
The start of something new, by blood it must come true
Take
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