Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
rents bought it off a friend man I thought it was a joke,
Thought they were Kidding,
Pullin my leg, bullshittin
But alas,
The snare kick toms splash
understand this, babe?
We don't need to rush into things
I'll let ya take it day-by day
'Cause I can't lie, I'm stuck in my ways
Yeah, I fuck with you
But I
construction
Weaving in n outta these cones
Move by myself
Not a puppet
Can't force this shit
pace along
Just put your grind & work first
That money hard
my TT up every day, smacked her to the ground
I tried to shoot him one day, but my TT calm me down
My TT lost her youngest son before she lost her
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
these devils off, I witness Tom broke off
Mentally fry his brain and blow the smoke off
Killa Bee, presidential suite, Bill and Hillary
Bow and kiss my
Niggas don't know I'm on the block with my mans
Niggas don't know I'm not attracted by these fans
Popping out with bands spend it all on different
The melt it takes my breath away
And those rivers start to swell
Rush hard through every day
Like broke down cars and dreams
I rust and start to rush away
Still these niggas wan do me like wah
No time for a fucking bomboy
Niggas are snakes and salamandas
Flex brudda , i'ma just keep my mind of it
Cah fuck
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
buried alive
Can't walk a day in these shoes
These don't come in your size (ya)
You hot? Apparently not
Woke up wearin' a watch
Two Cuban links,
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