Lyrics:
Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it ha ha ha!
S***
a rolling stone)
Ooh, on and on and on and on
(God dammit I'mma sing my song)
I was born underwater
With three dollars and six dimes
Yeah you might
a rolling stone)
Ooh, on and on and on and on
(God dammit I'ma sing my song)
I was born underwater
With three dollars and six dimes
Yeah, you might
Ephessians 6 tells you to teach the child
Revelation tells about two day swarms, the guns and diseases
Homicides over epidemics and crack vials
Got guns going
call me Heat Miser, blue in my top, you're not wiser
The lyrical rhymer, I burn that ass like lava (espionage)
Magma, plus you can't bust my crust
and get jerked and robbed for
Their life by a knife or a gun
So when ya see me coming, nigga, run
[Chorus: x2]
"See I had to lick em" "Punk
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner
swarm
elementary mass conditioning
brainwashed victimizing
useless info ostracizing
branded by an outrage
trapped inside this mental cage
television
You taught me that religion exists
Well maybe not religion but there is someone looking down on us
You taught me that God has a plan for us
And no
blood a stone
So if you want to push, I'm a shove
If you want to spar we can do it no gloves
And if you're gonna run at me you better do it hard
'Cause I
anymore
'Cause I'm not proud of that
She want the Prada bag
I know she don't really love me
Ever since I dropped Brag
I don't want Advil
If you from Russia
anymore
'Cause I'm not proud of that
She want the Prada bag
I know she don't really love me
Ever since I dropped Brag
I don't want Advil
If you from Russia
Told you raise on me i will fold you
Situations coming up wasn't normal
Young bulls pulling up they gonna swarm ye
Cant say I ain't warn you
Told you
burn all the fields to upset the swarm of locusts
Always so bright but had a cloudy day addiction
A decade back, you'd a found me chasing women
So,
Give it to me raw, that shimmy-shimmy, all that
Brand new Ford Mach, this is what you call that
You don't see that caution tape? Nigga better fall
lifetimes to go
Tell me it's the distance, that you like me still miss it
That we're just killing time so close your eyes, I'm by your side
Capsuled in
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
Lookin' for the key to release that first piece
Three times two is six, Pete is one-three
I'm the other
true, pull no stunts on the crew or you're through
That's a fact, future knack flung by the tongue
Hark to what the God brung, listen up
Flip I'm
blood a stone
So if you want to push, I'm a shove
If you want to spar we can do it no gloves
And if you're gonna run at me you better do it hard
'Cause I
you gotta have New Jersey driving
A stomach for taking whips
I'm just trying to redeem
With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean
got me rottin' in the time that I'm servin'
Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin'
Four of us packed in a cell like slaves, oh well
stare
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D.
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