Lyrics:
and never looked back once
And ya'll trying to chase me
You don't innovate because you can't innovate
It's not a choice despite what you might tell your
This song was one of the tracks that had some arrangement changes between the demo versions and the version that ended up on Mindsize. It was for
and refused to do acoustical versions of the
Electrical songs we had refused to record in the first place
Then we smashed our shit
Well we blew 'em away
i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both
never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk
that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear
properly (not counting the numerous live versions The Fauxtones tracked). It was inspired by a creepy guy who used to ogle my secretary, resulting in her
that sound; we put the work in
She heard my demos and she prefers em to the new version
But her sister's resisting her urges
Young teaghtita tried
again
Tell you what, we make it happen
Occupied by vibes and not gun clapping
Through rapping, we build foundations
With this brings levels of realization
this thug gonna miss ya til I'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both rodies now homies
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
defiance! You do what I say!
I'm not the madman! You're calling ME the “lunatic”?
Wake up! You'll never amount to anything!
Don't look at me! Wake up!
that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear
to stay true to who I am or even ought to be,
I'm inspired by seeing a better version of me,
Got to remember who I do this for,
The ones that believe what I
ya heard me
[Beanie]
I use to catch that train and snatch that chain
Do anything for a game to catch some change
Whether it was shootin' the dice
the hell out my face
Because you niggas tryna
Blow my buzz
Do what you to want just don't blow my buzz (yeah, I'm gonna sit here)
And I'm gon' sit
in ditches when they get ignant
What color do you think I am
Listen to me not my fuckin pigment
I'm a gent of a man Imma dawg
Wild boar version
a good day,
You've got to do a good day's work.
Chorus 1:
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner,
Nothin's what you get for free.
You've
gonna have cardio version on repeat
I don’t have a k, he got a K around me
Walk him to his fate, and ill do it proudly
Ever since a kid I always crossing
My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff
coke and liquor
Was the mixture
Betta be prepared when we hit ya
Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?
Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch
Feeling all the weight of the stars
But I just can't keep missing you
I'm running past you all alone
Grab my hand shawty, what you trying to do?
If
ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
And why do y'all got to flaunt?
("You gotta use what you got
To get what you want")
Cool, I heat you up
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