Lyrics:
Headline, bitch that ones for you Nathan
Motherfucker haha
That provisional spike colder than
Ice you feeling it
Cold as breath bound with dry
Ice
the reason I like to smoke
Pimp C, Big Hawk
Mellow steep my fallen soldiers
Butterscotch my spinal cord, pop the trunk
Still fallin' over
3rd Ward, 5th Ward, ,
had to have her
So I did
I took yo advice and I sang my shit
The game just wanna lock a nigga energies down
Who eva would imagine, they be singin Ryan
Rolling loud to ease my pain, Mind be racing crazy, that's the only time I'm sane
Scarred by the ones I love the most, yeah, these is sad rhymes
Back door
you know
EL. KAT
On the Dan Ryan expressway
Still NY bosses
Guess they
Forgot about the deuce
But we don't get phased
We die hard like Bruce
We like
wet, shouldn't have a dry purse
Call me Ryan Rhinoplasty
I will augment your ass if you mess with God's work
When it come to drama, fighting second,
'bout they all love Ryan
And Joey too, you should've seen me at the funeral
Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who
Nigger, I died in
at the time
We would memorize every single bar of his rhymes
Summertime, kids is playin' in the park
I might just ride by, let 'em sprinkle the truck
and lived in tears
Our culture been getting killed by racist yo what's the deal
But we still here
Yeah Yeah
But we still here
Yep Yep
BLACK LIVES ROLL CALL
How many of the adults around you let you down
I could have died, but I'm still here
And for that, I'm grateful
But Judgement Day has come
The fakes
evil like Joker, I walk through the Function the gas got a odor
I'm still that same nigga and my heart just got colder
I'm big o, but you can call me
the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release
you know why I can't sit by and refuse my glory
Listen
The story is untold so listen closely
Heard the story of my dad died I hope he didn't suffer
Old Habits Die Hard
Ryan Garrett, Neil Medley, Nick Autry
Still reach in my pocket for that pack of smokes that ain't there no more
Sometimes I
on whoever out there tryna stop me
I get that bag Gucci Prada flag
Catch me in Japan with a mask
I be in the dark scheming with my mans
Cop it by the bow, blow
English and Italian it
Tells the tale of a rich American woman
(played in Daniel Evans’s new
Production by soprano Renée
Fleming) who travels to Florence in
riches to dung
Rip my boy Ryan lost his life but too young
Ain't wanna see em splatted by the Fo Five
Surrounded by the cloud like the old tribes
Living
Nathan and Mo
"Mum, why ain't my brother home?"
Cradled by a dozen flowers
Streets just took another child
Ain't it strange that my home
Had closed
depth
The third on can see depth
Maybe Ryan Seacrest knows
A couple of secrets
I'm tempted to keep it
Meanwhile, Small businesses
Are getting chocked by
Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in
stability's a must
And I'm maintaining we started I'm the only one remaining
My life was never easy always rough around the edges
I'm hanging by a thread when
Aye no competition y'all nathan
Beat the pussy up
Than take off like Jason Statham
No citation im goin in for evasion
If i press the sport button
rhymes
A year went by
I focused my thoughts on
Jottin' life through the lens
Of someone who had fell
But wouldn't lose a fight
Regrouped and proved he
dark
My thoughts were dirty
Yet my fit was clean
Cap to Shirt down to the jeans
My kicks pristeen
Taught by the old heads
Whole hood knows me
Lil Danny
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