Lyrics:
the sticks
Gotta take the highway, getting on the 5
Looking for a second chance
Looking 4 that fix
She got 3 friends that don't want me in the picture
2
I'd Sell my soul to qualifty for you
Never gonna hit the breaks
With every bend i'll do whatever it takes
Twenty 4 seven, i'm ridin' fo' ya
Burn
sounding worse than the niggas you biting
Fuck all you niggas, I'm second to none
It's my time right now and every second to come
Scary, 'cause I'ma keep
on his wife and babes
Whatever came to him: and then he said
Annie, this voyage by the grace of God
Will bring fair weather yet to all of us.
Keep a clean
the souls of people alive but spiritually sleep
They were all being deceived and had just enough luxuries
To keep their flesh pleased occupied and keep them
a vest? What if you get your throat cut
Sold your soul for a dollar, now you having bad luck
Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib bagging up
Player here,
the billboard with the Focusrite on the floorboard
And the mic vise gripped on the dashboard
Ain't no selling my soul
7 more years ain't enough to carry out
getting shot by the nine
8 of them died and left 7 of them crying for the 5th and 6th time
I'm trying to tell you dog, you done pulled through
Nigga I
eruku ,dy for street , everynite and Day
4 d street we go take over
7to7, iron to iron, ni ise factory, se ise ni eleyi abi iseee , 400 Naira per
important to me
the birth of my son the day I signed my first recording agreement
it was sorta like my soul to the devil
and I was allowing him to keep it
to set it free
I spoke to God hope he pardon me like the seven seas
Breathe preach
I feel more distant with every second regressing peace
I feel more timid
reveal a broken seal, like a (pause) fiend steal
You for fake, I'm for real, like Jesus Christ's last meal
You make deals with devils
The soul
the fire I was born between three men who keep the soul I was born to preach,
Dock the hawk that rhythm that inspires me the melody that keep me alive,
Watch
What Happened what happened to the time it felt like only seconds
Back in 1999 i was only seven we was playing with no lines tackle two hand legends
is close and my sight
Is fading second by second
My soul belongs to the night
My corpse to the soil
And I am just a sinner here a while
Descending
now, link up with us, or put your shield down
Faggot (bitch), you fuck around punk (seven fifteen)
We battle for cream nigga
You want a pound crab?
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
happen to you
But yeah It's true
Alright man, just for a few seconds
If you got somebody that you lost it was vital to your life
And you feel like you
describe yeah
Live a life away from all the lies that
Keep me away from the right track
Now I'm tryna fight back
Searching for my soul that
I don’t stop for
Volvo
Now I'm 28 vientiocho
Got my album coming this the promo
And I'm bout to sell it for the low low
Celebration elevation Pogo
Keep moving mediation
It's always what you make it
The price is right so I'm a fucking take it
Her panties off by the second chaser
Save the tears for when I'm on them yachts
motherfuckin’ wakin’ second, doin’ shit for all the people that I wanna help, but poppin’ to you motherfuckers
When I do this fuckin’ shit, flows for dinner,
element
I am longing for you
And always you'll see
That you reflect on me
My second element
Are you missing me too?
Time keeps moving
She's in so
Gifts for some guy that she dating, still shot
Second anniversary and I'm congratulating that
But man she had an ass so fat
You couldn't palm it with
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