Lyrics:
The term "blitz" is commonly used in American football to describe a situation where additional defensive players rush the quarterback in an effort
daddy, but go tell him what's up though
For real, miss my nigga deal Missin' bleep, missin' day one, shit real
Still, chance hold down in the battlefield
ain't no where to go
How we planting these seeds
And not letting them grow
Shit daddy locked up
Repeated cycle crooked system
Ran by white folks
You might
get no tighter
I told Lil D, these niggas
Rush, you catch a hat, then keep it quiet
Moped Loc' will leave his head
Right by the tire
I'm with that drop
Yea, foot on the dust (Yea)
Yea, I'm taking a big shot (Yea)
I'm gettin money no rush
I'm taking what's mine like the sandlot (Yah)
Putting these
Treat it like it’s my town
Feel like I have the high ground
Took a trip to Lars
Luke how I’m walking on the sky now
Give it any day I’ll be on Sky in
an artist getting money like I gotta be
Now a Nigga stay high getting More head
No more days riding a moped
Hit the Chevy lot and by me a Corvette
Kinfolk
We get it, we gotta go
Wake up
Tuesday late on in the afternoon
Is this the day I pray I get my break, my boon
Zoomin' off to cougar, get degree
one day without your love
I'll be right outside
No other reason to have too rush
Yeah, they tryna keep me off the border
I'm like a God the way I walk
wore off
Realized I wasn't worth much
Honey, I'm a ghost town
Haunted by the days we didn't speak
When you and me were going all wrong
Now I wake up
have to rush ahead
Putting questions in your head
And an ache in your heart
Let's take a lifetime
All that we desire
Build it day by day into
of black kids
Till one day, I was confronted by this wise old chap
He said, "I know you sell crack, but what, you out to kill blacks?"
I wasn't trying
Fuck it I tell them get out of my way
All of my niggas they keep them a k
Sugar rush feed all my bitch the cane
Fuck it I tell them get out of my
get to where I need to get one of these days
I'm expected unexpected delays
Detours roadblocks and taking little pee breaks
Never alone I got the homies
When you step up in the squabble
get yo feet right
When you meet the plug
finders fee nice
about a bag
Hustling thru day time
Member creepin out
Lifestyle plush, females rush
This high profile personality, who earns his pay illegally
Professional liar, schoolboys admire
Young girls desire, very few
It's darker this time
Yea
Had to take some time and realize that life ain't always good
But God is always good, and some days you might lose
Back
and water the land
So roll on, Columbia, roll on
These mighty men labored by day and by night
Matching their strength 'gainst the river's wild flight
on your face
These are the days
Outside the people rush to get ahead for checks, promotions and fancy cars
Happiness is just around the bend
Old Mrs.
day in December
The rebellious townsfolk of Salop looked on
While below the old arch of the Shoemaker's Arbour
They made an example of Tom Anderson
Who
the inside all these things I see a wall,
I know it's gonna fall down maybe hurt somebody
After it's been tagged I fly post it, it's a rush job,
It looks
it
Life’s a marathon not a sprint don’t rush it
I had to climb all the way from the bottom
with weight on my shoulders and nobody spottin’
I had to go
was in the base by the fridge in the safe
The rush getting paid off of hits and moving weight
Was a feeling too great to let the shit go to waste
You
is in the building with the squad baby
Brick by brick I build this shit up
Hit by hit I lit this shit up
In this lab I whip this shit up
Bars on hot
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