Lyrics:
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Re-written by machine on new technology.
And now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh oh
I met
to worse keep this on the hush, uh
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no
drawing an eye as another train passes by.
And it felt like
I was in a music video
It felt like
I was in a music video
It felt like
Like I was in a music
got the time to smoke this, hold this
Yo G, roll by in a blacked out TT, Megaman carry two gats easy
Seeing stars, and a mister wanna jack me
Jack me
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
your heart cold like Omarion
So act up and that mac will damn blaze ya
One shot your grill looking like
Fantasia's
Now that's fucked up Dewey Ave guns up
through the traumas of my life
The king that conquer by the day, become a plumber by the night
Or fuck it, whoever be laying pipe
I promise, call me
for yuh Liz
Brudda say he got another bitch mother of
Your kid
Omarion you thought he was your nig but he pulled a Fiz
Now y’all burnt the bridge fire
s'posed to be
Like Omarion
J. Aiko and Breezy
Getting dough is easy
Problem though is keepin it
Niggas on they Ps and Qs, focused
Peep me
I'm rich bitch -
that
In fact, when I whisper in your ears
I see your skin bump up
And the hairs on your arms jump up
I get the same feelin' girl when I'm by your side
Wont let memory go/
Arguments critical listening/
Consistent with those/
Omarion be the heart/
Dat got me feeling so cold/
VERSE 1:
My girl broke my
shit
You ain't livin' by the code
It was just me in the cold
Now all you see is smoke
What
All you see is smoke
EightyFour
All you see is smoke
This my
got your hoe all on my line I told that bitch swerve
I fell just like Omarion cause you can get served
That nigga trying to talk it out he using big
poison boy
Yea Nyda on the beat, and the Church by the way, one weapon in ya face, blood stains for my victims
(Look at the blood stains) uh, yea one in
lyin
Lift your soul not your pride
Know lion, know lion
Hear the roar not the cries
From birth, my hearse occupied by a King with the heart of
A lion,
doing right by you
Maybe you should let it go
At the end of the day,
It ain't worth it
Wanna know how I know (how you know)
Remember confessions
So
on
The soundtrack be provided by Omarion
Ayye ayye, Ayye ayye
We just got inside and now
That shit is jumpin like
Ayye ayye, Ayye ayye
Feet all on the couch and
Now
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
already happened
Got ya hands up
Keepin' you're body rockin'
The way Fizz is goin'
Ain't no tellin' when I'm stoppin'
A faced love by every single
already happened
Got ya hands up
Keepin' you're body rockin'
The way Fizz is goin'
Ain't no tellin' when I'm stoppin'
A faced love by every single
[Omarion]
There she was walking by looking so fine
She had me tripping
She looking at me and said what the deal babe come and holla at me
I finally show
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