Lyrics:
and a drum
Just to bust up the heat
Cause these rappers are martyrs and hungry for beef
Don't get murdered and slaughtered for something you see
As preventing
Joey, Jaheem, and Henry too,
I was set up for the laughs and the fights,
they were the filler of my empty nights,
I did anything with these kids they were
like James Dean
Them old ways just gone turn you into my enemy
Rebel with a cause don't play around with no fuck nigga
Ain't got no sympathy one day had
I bang
So I'm back where the
Stick-up kids rob chains
Where you get shot for a pair of Lebron James
I got them long things, and they all bang
But I
the scene
I'm what you call the epitomizer of gettin' dark, I will spit a geyser
That'll get these guys on the charts to fit a liger of bars
I'm feelin'
to name women after produce
And that was the first Road Rules without toll booths
Even when Adam and Eve sat by the weed tree
I told Eve, "Please don't
Nobody cross the gun line boss
cause goons is still on deck ahwo, ahwo?..
By:Dwight "Dougie" James
are not a gangster, you're a fucking errand boy
Werewolf warlord poet and a warrior
Mad child king Vancouver and Victoria
These kids forfeit against
showed up early for them bands
In the game, glasses on, James Worthy, I'm the man, huh
Ah, huh
Bro-bro shootin' funny, he Jamaal Wilkes, uh, ayy
But
the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie 'cause half of these niggas got cold feet
I was trappin' by Troby's, started with an OZ
My bitch
like James Brown
before I go
I got to let the bitches know
that I'm a cock hound
but when told to savin' these hoes
pussy is pussy
nigga stay on your
amazed)
On the seventh day (You rested)
I was center stage (Etta James)
They signed my yearbook like, ‘Never change!’
If I ain’t different the next time
You
"These days, they wanna be criminals more than they wanna commit a crime"
"That's that's not just crime, that's the way of the world"
There's
double roles
Living two lives at once and have to juggle both
The other day the drummer played those color tones
From muddy grey's the brush will fade
it multiplayer
Fuck everything
I ain't losin' games call me the king
Ballin like James yeap diggin it
Bix on the side like JR Smith
Shoot after shoot
Drop at least a track a day
Homie, I'm tryna fill a 30 gig
This is nothin' but dedication, yeah
You gotta dig
Keep it blunt like when I spit game
Baby
everything that I said I’d be
I’m definitely ahead time like I’m 70
Do all these rappers got a limp? They ain’t step to me
Let me get let me flow, let me get
so forgiven
I got my church in the morning I'm telling his story it's part of my testimony
I cannot lust on these women I'm saving myself to the day
'cause Jenny Lo across the road gets to hang wit' us fellas
Makin' money makin' money makin' money
Don't wake me up fool I'm busy with all these hunnies
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