Lyrics:
forgive myself? Uh
Thank you for your patience
All these years clean and I'm still isolating
I'm sorry I kept you waiting
Shit, fuck, run that back, uh
car, bus, its all the same, i take yo life
My boy levi out the trenches he no longer in the rv
But for his meals hes probably still eating chef boy r dee
Favored and decorated greater when separated
Every day and second I gave it labor and effort made it yeah
I been way too generous and general people all
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Wait, what, when
These rappers lyrics are just pretend
Music never is gonna end
How much time are you gonna spend
Waiting for my new song to come out
one of a kind I'm unique
Glaccboy reup with that dope, we got it for the street
I brought all these ones out to throw it to the freaks
This S.R.T. just
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Man I love the sight of all these
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
you not gonna show face after that stunt
At rap's only awards and you ain't show up
You scared and you butt, you are now being crushed
By these black
And mutterings, and thunders
And before it burned seven lamps
Which are the seven spirits of God
Facing it was a whole sea of glass, like crystal
And in
Julie, and this is the M-16. (GUNS.)
I'm shooting the MPK submachine gun. It's made in Germany, (GUNS.)
The MP stands for Machine Pistol. (THIS is a real
on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
(Yeah)
Might make my side woah cop me a Range
And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain
Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don't need no army, bitch
Running they mouths now they running for cover
Gunning em down with these bars that I utter
Working to make this my bread and my butter
Full speed ahead man
a lotta heads
Giving all these niggas the boot, just like timberland
I said I would relax then I got lit again
This just the warmup wait until I get my
Ooh Ooh
Whole life what I wanna hear
This the shit that they ask for
Fuck these niggas lookin mad for
Told them bastards they should laugh more
I could
are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand
Every second counts
I don't wanna talk to you anymore, and
All these little games
You can call me by the name I gave you
Yesterday, yeah
Every minute
bare the scars on my arms that prove everything I've been thru
In these old boots
And I've fell from grace I've made mistakes
I've tried to take my life
addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs
now we in these savage ages
even yourself predicted that last night in vegas
i heard gatz for ?
my
anytime a man is seven foot four and you
messin' with his woman, it's time for you to go
Oh yeah?
Lord have mercy
I, I, I, I can
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
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