Lyrics:
to Flex
But Philly been getting it in since they popping cassettes
It's a drama theme, MC's just don't get it
Till you pistol whip a nigga right out
Two fucked souls, kinda sounds like fate
If we proceed at this speed, we're gonna run into a lot of problems
I'm okay, if you're okay with that
You
handled like a pistol and a boy who plays
While lost in the saddle, two thousand miles out of range
Now I'm not listening but it's calling out my name
know
Oh we're running out of time for you and I
Will you stay and can you tell me why
Will you stay or run and pass me by
Who am I to try
Will you stay
as a purp by shotty
While you coppa's come up
The same block I occupy stop and run up
"Get on the ground! Don't make a sound!
No home should be owned by
regardless
In vein, these souls fade
Away before life started
See
Greatness is determined
In the way we use our mind
In the way we use our time
It's
you die
It's not often young niggas get a chance
to enjoy riches in legitimate fashion
So many of us say fuck it get a bucket
and run up in something
on the spot
And I learned a lot about love from hard time spent a part
I don't live by the gun
I've never been on the run
I won't steal or lie
Wouldn't rob
been (O)
Yeah we ran it back we jumping out the gate
Out the gate
First time two k up in a day (Up in a day)
Damn the streams was really good man that's
Conceals the lies and love that may be fake
But it’s now brought to life
Yea Yea we all know she is a special girl
We’re the extras in her movie as she
And after all we never played by the rules
We broke the mould and found our own kind of cool
It didn't matter that we weren't on the list
'Cause we were
steppin' out for love, men do it to cum
"Not a Player" like Pun, but when shorty's get to grabbin' on me
The last thought I get is, "Poobie run! "
To them
farther my mother her force on it,
she locks it they run off, we fortunate aren’t we
drug dealers lookin for my father buncha junkies
simply just the start
clap, get killed
My niggas shootin' all skill (Ha)
We gettin' these racks for real
Run up a few M's, ain't see a deal
Talkin' 'bout act, love crackin'
myself for all my little things until I lack them
Should’ve been something by now, I guess I should be working harder
It’s so hard to chase my dreams
feet yeah just move your feet
Just move your feet
Like we do it in the street
You already know me
Lil Andrew Carnegie
Just keep it clean
You know we rep
choose
But I gotta couple hundred that I spend in twos
I keep going I'm going harder I never stop
I gotta run it up further don't wanna punch a clock
No
go on with it
Nothing is worse when I’m without you
Baby if you stay, you’ll never get away
We needed a place, to run and hide from the pace
The rats
a maze that our sight see effected by rubish that we created, the disdain embedded inside beloved, yet we show it on our sleeves no denying it, got it face
enough
Other times we run, but eventually be catching up
Both got baggage, but ain't no need to pack it up
This feels like 2 a.m. textin'
Let me save you
a one cold nigga, I don’t run outta fits
These niggas be lame, tryna hit bout a bitch (hit hit)
Hook (VENO Da Don):
Aye, Koch did em dirty, we litty
It's been a whole two days, and you on my mind
Yeah
It's been a whole two days, and I pray for you
Yeah
I tried to call ya phone
And I get no answer
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
Look right here, this how we goin' do this
Hook up the turn tables, Woof get on the keyboard
And we gon' run this one, ya heard?
Eh eh, check it
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