Lyrics:
A rap that'll cap like a true blue rap
Not a washed-up almost MC sap
Little girls so fresh and I know you are
Wanna take a little ride in my new car
I
a checkbook
But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout, "How my neck look?"
Well it all looks great
Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains
The light is
of the time when he can break the chain and get out
I ain't gonna make it
That's where he's been for twenty years
I ain't gonna make it out
And that's where
that two more of my twenty two's were found blue
Hanging by fig tree que the bullshit, you say that these men died due to
How they coupe with the pain
leave it
Memory got me defeated
Feels like the last 20 years I been high
My brain wide open
My body is broken
I can't keep on living out this lie
Don't
see you later
'Less you beat 'em a year later, [?] tell 'em
Who the people want
When they see you, they might judge you
Give you side eyes, they don't
the fifth
I read the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I could shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
was acting all boozie (Holiday season)
Nine years later and you're best friend choosie (muah)
I scooped her in my Phantom and I took her to the movies
was acting all boozie (Holiday season)
Nine years later and you're best friend choosie (muah)
I scooped her in my Phantom and I took her to the movies
I'm gone, when I'm gone
Man I remember like it was yesterday
Living in the streets with no place to stay
20 years old shoulda seen my face
Walking
turn on the screens, baby
Seven figga team, baby, Houston's bomb is back
DTS be the Lac, we signin' Shaq contracts
Ninja bikes with blue lights, we
turn on the screens, baby
Seven figga team, baby, Houston's bomb is back
DTS be the Lac, we signin' Shaq contracts
Ninja bikes with blue lights, we
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Somehow you knocked down
Make the wrong move
You gonna fuck around
Get locked down
Wisdom is a gift
You don't wanna lose
Not now
5 years
10 years later in
so sincere and true
Funny sad or blue
Oh yeah!
And we've got to remind you
Many years it took him
Singing every day to achieve his first claim
so sincere and true
Funny sad or blue
Oh yeah!
And we've got to remind you
Many years it took him
Singing every day to achieve his first claim
clothes on
Feel like twenty sixteen I'm on SoundCloud
Twenty seventeen I'm seeing crowds now
She was hungry so I let her chow down
Wanna travel I took her
ans, I said twenty years twenty years
appearances by that time
And I still wasn’t realized as a writer (to me)-
By that I mean I hadn’t let myself grow into that
And I found out later- I was
anybody off for the next twenty-five fucking years
I'd just walk around going, "Hanrahan, what're you doing?" "Nothing"
"Well, keep it up, you're doing
The rumours have now been cleared up and confirmed that it was Boy Genius
The twenty-year-old rapper by the stage name MiSTah Kye.
Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly
Out of the blue came the law to confine him to a cage
The place they waste wild animals full of holy rage
Now turn the page twenty years seeing time go
twenty-eight years old when he set foot down in New York
He made his way on up to Montreal
He met a man named Andrew Todd who said let's go to Mackinac
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