Lyrics:
Desires the flame for himself to create
Life of his own straying from the path that's laid
He begins with his own theme
And the others are troubled by this
by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim
For dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with
Wine Smile
This is my wine smile and I wear it for you
When a shout out from heaven simply wont do
When I open your memory and a bottle or two
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
saying this everyday in every way
I've got no routines
We're just winging it
I'm writing lyrics with two themes i'm singing it
Cups of spirits and blue
From Bye Bye Birdie soundtrack
(Reporters asking questions-spoken)
Reporter 1: How does Conrad feel about going into the army?
Albert: How does he
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Stovetop brews
Cornbread yellow as bellies
Aroma like no other spilling through tin roof
Sun reflecting off blue wall paint chips
We were content two
Look, I try and tell them from the top that it's real like this
Yatestyle's probably something you can feel like this
And if you wanted my number
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
TakeitBackv2
Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this
tryna get what I got, yeah
All these muhfuckers tryna get what I got, okay
Tell me what you heard, what you heard bout me
See it's Jakey from the 8 6 1
Brooklyn Zoo
Sunz and Two On Da Road, Blue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too
[Prodical]
Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit
So I made myself eatin' these
up
Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston
You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
You need to slow
down with a noose and a coil
The blackest of cats are the furthest from soil
From her resistance, when the hauled's done
Makeshift your cauldron and run
when my internal speed is overclocked
My kernel is 2.6.19, my appearance is quite clean
I just gotta choose the right theme
The light's green which means
when my internal speed is overclocked
My kernel is 2.6.19, my appearance is quite clean
I just gotta choose the right theme
The light's green which means
nothing but shadow and mist
Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by chance
To a theme that we tore from the past to a tango
reap must eventually be sown
World peace is less likely than a fab four sequel
False ego from a nation solely run by the people
In god we trust we put
and my head loose cause I guess that kids can be cruel
Bullied every day
For seven years straight
Ever since one person found out about World War 2
People
Under the sun
Black
Is my favorite one
The silhouettes of two people holding hands
With a yellow moon above
You never know the heart
But from
and mickey, acting carefree
Didn't think it was possible, saw from two eyes with only a monocle
Wrote up an audible, bars were phenomenal
Sometimes I wish my
left dat
Boss from me young
so you know di coil thick
Zero di game
High Score owa name
Young rich well wild cah tame
Chorus x2
Me need cool
out the P's
Broke heads is sled, slidin' through, two' five in my sleeves
Eggs and cheese, young niggas, by any means
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