Lyrics:
And while I sat on the shelf of life
Waiting to be picked up by the hand of death
I'm finally home
Glory is in my name
Now I watch my family live a life
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Fingers traveling down your chest
And Exposing yo nips
Master Roshi, Kamehameha
Explosions and shit
When I kiss you
Right here in front of everybody
Fingers traveling down your chest
And Exposing yo nips
Master Roshi, Kamehameha
Explosions and shit
When I kiss you
Right here in front of everybody
can't shut me up (yeah), they can't shut me up (yeah)
They can't shut me up (yeah), I talk big and back it up (okay)
Look, I do it so big, you
such a nice guy
You'd probably have a girl by now
Okay
I tell you I need some space but you ain't down for that
You swear I need you to be with you
a ballet
Till the sun come down in the nighttime I'll do right by you
Till the sun go down in the nighttime I'll be right by you
Different in every way, you
happen 'cause I thought
You were stuck up
That all lives matter but my heart had to change
Sorry you walk the streets with such a fear
Only 'cause some
to live in the x now I live downtown
This a friendly reminder
Keep on grinding until your times up
Got this money on my mind and I'm gonna find her
When you
creativity stifled by our own creation
The man at the top, yelling down at us to stop
At all cost, to get lost, get caught up in a daydream
Just so we can't
black mouth, who can outdo the mamba?
You're welcome to choose a Rhymer that's down to pursue the honour
If you call him the GOAT, I guess I'm
All the hatred is real I'm a shooter for real
I've been chasing a meal In a hell of a field
This our city for real You can tell by the feel
I'm just
stage fright you better perform. Benevolent, heaven sent messenger, who let it be born? God wills it. In the book of life, look at the script, fully
took me by surprise
Wish that
It really really didn't make me wanna cry
Cause when I think about the life that I should n wanna live,
You should be
Bitch Pussy White Just Like Cool Whip
Pull up in new whip
Nigga talk down nigga must be stupid
I thought you would have knew this
When I walk by yo
you ask for me, I go by Numbuh 4
Send a pussy n***** body to the morgue
She said to bust me down
Nah, I just really want the face
The way she eat it
down so fast
When you crash I want to go down with you
We'll make such a horrible mess
Just before the eyeball appears
Just before the little birds
talk about love
You better talk to me
I got love, super duper love
I ain't too good lookin',
Won't be no movie king
Won't be no Elvis
Up
Every every night
'Cause you know I be
Superstar is me
And my fans they see
Me live my best life
Rockstar movie star
This life come on down
I'm here
on
And we live
What's goin' on in Luton, guys, let's talk about it (from the zone)
Shrooms to the face, bottles by the case or the Ace
We just fuck in
months
Let me talk my shit
You say it all every time I see you
Huh, Jiggy
Let me talk my shit
Who got you smiling
Who got you sleeping well at night
It's
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
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