Lyrics:
wanna live in a man's world anymore
Marilyn's bungalow it's number seven
In the pink palace where men made her legend
Owned by a sheik who killed
I'll stick you for your kicks to walk a mile in your shoes
Man I'm gone
[Verse 3: Konceited Show]
Let me start by saying hip hop it still matters
We
I'll stick you for your kicks to walk a mile in your shoes
Man I'm gone
[Verse 3: Konceited Show]
Let me start by saying hip hop it still matters
We
boy You are now caught in the midst of original Wigsplitter killer criminals Better Watch out boy you might die! You know you can't play me, baby, gotta
any following so who are you to talk
They sleeping in the senate never do they jobs
They wanna censor social media we’re like just end the sars
Is that
Mulsanne ay
Audi R8 Or get the Bentaga
Oh Yeaa, we are the stars
Youngest, but we in charge
Pull up in fancy cars
Live like there's no tomorrow
Cause what
right by them, cause
They look up to me
It's Ray J Kuzy man
Live from m.s.a
With flows no blockages, am fluent as FTJ
I move like Michael man, they move
As time goes by
It's funny how time can make you realize
We're running out of it
On the day that I die
I wanna to say that I
Was a man who really
Gotta make sure these words are understandable
Cause it's a motherfucking shame, all these short
Comings in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
if you know yourself
You from Heaven,
Why You living in Hell?
Time will tell
Tell me are you under money's spell?
Like that Ain't
What You Want
From
Horseback ride hoes, these black desperados
In 4-point-0's
Blaze hydros with my compadres
Rock waves, cock J tre-o's
Gettin' facials and toes done
I rose one
of the Taksim square
Memories linger on
But you've come to me, who dares to say, you are not with me
On every avenue of South West London
In every sip of flat
like dizzy
So I move around like gypsy
Pitch me you must be silly
Road tape up by a few of my killy
Bro's in a what, fisting man up
hashtag drunk,
shit
I was in my mom's Susanne
Drove to my first shows in a new Jetta
Always said one day I would be the man
I would just laugh like, who are you
they shit
Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)
It's all good, you know who the clone is
Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with
drive by's I do is pickin' up chicken at the Popeyes drive thru
You got a job dawg why you tryin to be in the streets
All you gonna get is pieced by
at shooting stars
Wondering what the hell I'm missing
And I don't care who you are
But when it comes to my heart I'm gifted
Just know my soul is scarred
But
a giant walking in a tiny world
Which is why I refuse to walk on eggshells
You sally by the seashore
Wish you could see more
I'm tired of seeing the rich
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
tactics might backflip a medic
And if I let it, my 'matic, catch diabetics
Now who's fuckin with the, are-E-D, in 3-D
For G-P, I beat the piss
The world cannot give nor let you live
Fighting seems so in vain
Weakened by my own brain
Mindless torture blackening my thoughts
I'm flying away to my
your right boyfriend
I'm real, you haters, I brought my nuts,
Sell a couple of Bemzez, couple of years in the pen,
And all my friends, they all gotta
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