Lyrics:
is you with me?
Mighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-O
The worse thing since crack cocaine distributed to the poor
By the government, oh I meant,
me, he's a permanent, smile on my face
Because you said you don't like my style
But that's OK just make sure you don't touch that dial
And we'll be
So many topics I could touch up on in this project
I don’t know where to start so ill just start with what im lost in
I have so many questions
Light it up
Lookin up
Stars in the ceiling of the loft
Im already high but light up some more
Ain't no way my feet gon touch the floor
Street is watching
Royalty, royalty, royalty, royalty, royalty, royalty
I am a king, I'm royalty, no do not touch me if you ain't not royalty
NPE, we royalty, no we
to stop me from getting a nut
"I wanna come over, what's up?"
That's what I told her soon as this episode
Of Martin go off
I'm trying to get off
I was
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
girl don't you fuck with me
Cause this forever love, and I just miss your touch
Now I don't sleep enough, girl don't you miss us?
These scars cutting
Dont't take too long my baby
I see you when I sleep
I need your touch don't let me down
I live between your thighs
Sex in the morning won't be bad
that I made way back in the Ville
Fulfilled, listen even back when we was broke my team ill
Martin Luther King would have been on Dreamville
Talk
when I know it's bad for me
These memories fill my mind
Why do you smell so good?
You know I love that cologne
Why do I want what I shouldn't
Why
on the payroll
Nigga play with me and get your face blown
Rollie on got the face blown
Drinkin' Ace of Spade by the caseload
Designer on me, got the hat and shoes
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
that I made way back in the Ville
Fulfilled, listen even back when we was broke my team ill
Martin Luther King would have been on Dreamville
Talk
Living by my self, paranoid as hell
Living by myself yeah I'm paranoid as hell
Lemme roll another L, sky walker no Miguel
Demon on my shoulder, I'm
you believe me
Or see me to be just a
Angel that's easy to please
Angled a company by a gang
Of niggas that squeeze
Once their marks are your tire marks
dudes
All my niggas on the block that got that work to move
Yeah, you don't want to play with me, I touch you, man
Lose your man in a tussle, but
This that Malcolm X mixed with Martin Luther
This that Mandela my bloodline Nkrumah
I am nothing like these other corny rappers
Went and got my
a catfish
You don't know me, you better get to know me
Stand up tall, right next to Kobe
A young G, I had the weapon on me
Slice up work like pepperoni
Talk with Punch over the phone
He told me brudda all is well
Know his time short
When he touch down
Know that we causin hell
I roll a dook up in
goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find the chick I want
It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on and ride
Even Martin Luther King
lonely, now you anxious
When I get you, you saw the bitch, you want the answers
That is not fam, don't fucking tell me that she cousin
All of the time I'm
it, I'm gonna touch it, no discussion
It's Snoop Dogg, I got some languages aimin' for the Russians
and the overseas g's, please
Let me get you one
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