Lyrics:
New year
Same me
New shoes
White tee
Same girl
Wifey
I've had enough of hypebeast
I've had enough of IV's
Hunter D
So clean
I'm 'bout 6 foot 3
Your
New year
Same me
New shoes
White tee
Same girl
Wifey
I've had enough of hypebeast
I've had enough of IV's
Hunter D
So clean
I'm 'bout 6 foot 3
Your
tree
We gotta save this world-starting with your land."
It was a rock 'n' roll millionaire from the USA
Doing three to the gallon in a big white car
of the key 50th laws
Black work three times harder learnt that from small
Marathon continues got my best foot forward
We go build upon and take this culture by
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
Chanting, now liberated
As your tormented body motherfucking
burns!
Trapped in your lies
What have you become?
A hollow vessel surrounded by shiny
walls
sense of security got shot to hell
I was sitting on my couch face drowning in tears
Feeling trapped by the wall in my fears
Made aware of my fragility
I
foot slips out from under him
Sending a cascade of rocks tumbling into the sea
And Xine is only hanging on by his left hand
And it's slowly giving way
(Verse 1) Here I go again… Crawlin’ through the endless tunnels, throughout my polluted mind All 3 walls of my bedroom are bleeding ‘cause I’m
the fuck? Let’s ride and go make some headlines! Five dead in the ghetto zone. Whoop whoop! (Verse 4) Duck low, rode by, 3 times, triple checking
4..3...2...2..
A 2 Step
A 2 Step
REMIX!!!
Now Gone An 2 Step [X4]
Now Get Jiggy Wit It [X4]
REMIX!!!
Now Gone An 2 Step
Aye Watch Me 2 Step
Now Can
Kardashian
She could be an hourglass or even a pear
Shit, I'll take an apple for all I care
Five foot three, weighing in at 250
I'll drop my pants and pork
See my chariot run to your ships
I'll drive you back in the sea
You came here for gold
The wall will not hold
This day was promised to me
wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I
Get the flaming hot Cheetos
A 40 out the fridge yeah we need those
Sour patch thru the aisle stashed in my pants
My ninjas got that habit
They want
My life is drowned in auto tune
Sleep at 3:00 then wake up at noon
It's in a simplistic melodic tune
This stuff all started up in June
Frankly, it's
a decision, it ain't a home
These are nothing but just walls with a ceiling
I see myself, in a mansion far from all of who's speaking, not by myself
But with
habits a f### up your cabbage dogg/
1 day his back was against the wall/
3 ninjas surrounded him with the plastic Aug/
i know you thought this where shit
Mirror mirror on the wall who's the greatest terrorist of all
That would be me Usama Bakr
Only smoke weed I don't drink beer
Cuz that is the poison
every room of the house
Yeah, they were 16 by 32 by 3/8" gypsum panels
And they were nailed to the 2x4's with 16" centers, say what
Let me tell you
the wall,
And I'm so good that I don't have to brag.
So Baby, don't call me up at three o'clock in the mornin', no more threatenin' suicide.
I mean go
Freddy P
[Chop] Who want war wit em'?
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
[Chop] Take a fall wit em'
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
Back against the wall wit em
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
of coal and slag
Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam
Eight days passes and some were rescued
Leaving the dead to lie alone
Thru all their lives they dug
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
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