Lyrics:
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
driving
Outta sight outta mind then
You know Gunna stay right beside him
He threw money
He kept his ties in
Going crazy
Navigation lead me to fucked up
Outta sight outta mind then
You know Gunna stay right beside him
He threw money
He kept his ties in
Going crazy
Navigation lead me to fucked up locations
there's no one around
This is the man that nobody sees
He wears my old clothes and he looks just like me
And if he learned how to fly he'd never touch
Jackson where People fight for my clothes,
Lose their mind when i toss my Glove (in the Crowd)
Before the Blue-eyed undertake Powders my Nose
I want
Or fear, I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
You need to git up, git out and git something
Or fear, I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git
In a world where everything leads up to some demise
Every time they walk outside
Some niggas steady trynna slide
Cuz they making money mackin hoes
me fucked up
You gettin' spinned on (on God)
One in the head, damn, you know that he dead (he dead)
Damn, you know that his people is scared (they
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it,
me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man has to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves
all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off
all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off
that he pathetic
His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, where you
Offender of an undisclosed nature
He had a hairline like Saint Francis that he attempted to hide
By growing his hair to his feet and tying it back like
the closest thing she get to seeing Michael Jackson
Being broke ain't funny, give a fuck if you Michael Blackson
Acting ass nigga, naturally he finna pull
know where he at
Watch out for the Devil cause he want you bad
Protected by God I ain't tryna brag
Won't label my life can't make me a tag
I'm worry free
kill, one, two, two, three, he lost his neck
He was hit by the gunfire, tryna shoot through me, off with his head
Head off an SRT, tryna race me, you
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
as a surprise if you told me they all was his
He played them dominoes, I mean rarely would papi lose
He was standing slam the feature while screaming "I've got be
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