Lyrics:
but don’t wanna break a sweat outta they hands, I might invest in a new Prada bag, gotta get my new b looking all fab
Drip in the name
Vved, my chain
come together now
(That's when you remember who you are)
Why can't we all get along
holding hands by the end of this
I was gonna say song, but I'm wrong
a rapper, so I had to
Had to make sure that I’m not the Razor they wanna step to
5 songs were done by DJ Sbuda,
The other 11 were done by myself on Es-Cay’s
a rapper, so I had to
Had to make sure that I’m not the Razor they wanna step to
5 songs were done by DJ Sbuda
The other 11 were done by myself on Es-Cay’s
if they think that you ratting they might kill ya
Rappers do time, come home, then sound different
When them feds be them niggas ghostwriting they
friends
They might get set back by some wench
But that bitch'll never win
It's all about the way of the world
It's all about the way of them girls
It's
friends
They might get set back by some wench
But that bitch'll never win
It's all about the way of the world
It's all about the way of them girls
It's
a village to raise 'em
We don't do it all by ourselves
I know my smile can be upstagin'
On the stage, I provide like a daddy
And a mother, mother, I give
the stimulated motives that haunt me
Tryin' a live it, be in the moment, tryin' to sing it alone
Can beckon to me, a feelin' of being bent
So I believe, takin'
My pockets big as excursion
I be smoking weed until I can't breathe
She in love with the style, that's why she can't leave
I can never walk and beg
That nigga so soft so the gang call him Daisy
I took his lil' hoe now that nigga be goin' through it
He gave the blick to a nigga he know won't do it
I
just fear wah yuh might become
Cut and learn di business now mi Deh yah wid a vengeance
Killing riddim, gi me sentence
Image Vivid, me is Rembrandt
of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the
Gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up,
Read all the books and he people worth
and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck
I be ridin' through the park like I'm A-Rod
Walkin' through the park like I'm A-Rod
Smokin' on that strong, that's that steroid
They tryna kick me
Imma talk to em a lil bit
How that one gospel song go
That be like
For your glory
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I fuck wit that
Beat kinda sound like this
all I got
There's no open slot, I fail every shot
That you'd make, every step you take, every soul you shake
I try for your sake, but it might be
ya friend
I come back wintertime it got hot again
Where we go we don’t need a cardigan
If I ate everything that I packed I think I might throw up
I
by the end of this song
So get up, get up
No I'm never gonna let up
So you might as well sing along
The odds are that we will probably be alright
add hate, and call that free speech
Clutch pearls, in mock disbelief, when you triggered by the things they speak
But that ain't what it says, in
and start praying for you
I just hope that you can make it through or battle for the day
It never will be easy you can always find a way
Forever by your side
form aroma
Then grab a Daisy to sip your favorite brew
Lettin' this soul fire be your first prior
But don't let the kick drum stub your big toe
See
might scratch off in the cat
Niggas like take me to the daisy l might charge a hundred racks
Hit a plate by a DT and I think that he was lookin
R.I.P.
and sip on a cup of that dirty (yeah)
This shit for the moshpits so I cannot be too wordy (woah)
I'm just vibing, cooking up shit so I feel like chef Curry
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