Lyrics:
it always run deep.
All of them talk but talk is cheap (Titus 1:16).
From (when) you see my face you know my description
but you don't see my heart nor
by ya address for some weeks I can’t mistake it
Like I can close my eyes & recite ya license plate letter placement
Been itching, to make you
judge me, baby
You would never judge me, baby
Bottle in my hand, my whiskey up high
Two hands to Heaven, coyotes run wild, oh (oh, oh)
God only, God
MMMMMMMMM
Dropped out at 16 like the big leagues
I was trynna hit a home run
I had big dreams if I die today
They gone miss me when I'm gone
No time
love me I let them do them.
You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.
If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,
Play
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Cant Hear Ya
I
Ain't no big gunnin' around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no
that kid that we found dissing[03:11.15]Hit the bros up "yo we gotta mission"[03:13.71]We gon' run that boy down 'til he missing[03:16.32]And it's anger
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
gotta reel em in
And number Two, when you fish you best sing
Electric Creek Beef
Electric Creek Beef
600 Volts of invigorating meat
Shock you to the core
on Sheckler
You cross me, better bless up
Send 16's before the stretcher
Now I seen them dirt roads
But I ain't scared to walk 'em
It gets hard to maintain
the cynicism, is a mechanism, for the winning system
and the drive to win is missin in em, so forget em winning
The mysticism is defined by what you'd risk
scene
Calm cool and collect the next to be king
BRLY. and SMSN dropping this heat
Come on then g gimme the Grammy
Pen a 16
Then I run track
Marathon
working 'til 71
Dash, duck, dive, run, hide, snitch
Man try bump me for a bag
But I got around South like London Bridge
I was 16 with a mic
nigga, lemme hit the weed
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga
I really pressed this motherfucker man
swing the bat[01:24.16]Never run from a fight not a pussy cat[01:25.61]Tryna say some shit like whats the word[01:27.31]Im a demon you shouldn't be
313[00:07.23]313[00:09.63]313[00:12.01]313[00:14.36]313[00:16.77]313, 313, 313[00:19.18]You run away from all of your problems[00:21.53]You fly
got questions
Lot to take in hope you get it all
If you talkin' money we could get along
By the first verse I just kill them all
6ix12 don't need to get
don't even know
A million things run through my mind (Through my mind)
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time
(You ain't gotta be in jail to be
How can I hate what I create
Just hope you cared for more than bucks
It's really awesome I'm happy for your small run
You turned tired 16's into a 4x4
[ar:Ludditák]
[ti:LU D D I T A]
[la:hu]
[by:Balage]
[00:37]Itt egy raggás bagázs és tanknyi punk vampok
[00:38]és blues-loserek és
tryna give me neck cause they know where i'm heading[00:16.71]If you don't got a check then tell me why you checking[00:18.60]I think i'm done being
changed[01:02.16]That statement is true I'm controlling my lane[01:03.98]Just know I still bookoo love you the same[01:06.03]Over the last couple years my heard grew numb
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