Lyrics:
out the mud, goin' hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again (I'm trying to, ya
from the upstairs window
He films the whole thing on video
He plays it back to them later in hospital
"Things have been pretty dull at home without
I went down to see Tarcisia again and, oh, she told me the great tale you see about it and she said that she was just going round to the hospital see
Anyways
We’re at the hospital
Doc says you got days to live
I tell him he’s capping brother
I ask him if he knows she's a mother
And grandmother
And great
Man, I'ma show you how great I am
Carry on
For the record, I am Muslim first, where should I begin?
I'm a general, I'm one of the men, ABPSN
I'm
Hospital flow, need more gauze
I think when they don't understand
Something they gotta compare
It to something to make
Themselves feel comfortable
put you on to me, A plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here
I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I
that hospital ride
I'm bout my money dummy
So we can take it there all you need is 4
5 niggas so we can make it fair
Can't compare
I'mma go hard till
clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
I'm in the red-light district, like a cop on the beat
Livin' in a nightmare on Elm Street
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
and a Beadle dispatched
To satisfy the hungry god
Of Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet
Sweeney!
Street
Sweeney!
Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney!
miles behind
The lights coming forward
And the streets are broad
All must yield
To the avenging God
The world is old
The world is great
Lessons
so she rode for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't
so she rode for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't
Great Depression, I don't know much, all
I know is studio sessions
And how to get my bars up
They call me Subway sandwich the way
I give them cold cuts
Great Depression, I don't know much, all
I know is studio sessions
And how to get my bars up
They call me Subway sandwich the way
I give them cold cuts
that fifth night,
I had a great big knot that show up right in the middle of my forehead
And, you know, the only thing I remember,
I don't remember
blanket
In the basement of the morgue of Laretto hospital,
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife!
I wasn't always an old maid.
I didn't
blanket
In the basement of the morgue of Laretto hospital,
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife!
I wasn't always an old maid.
I didn't
coming foreward
and the streets are broad
all must yield
To the avenging God
The world is old
The world is great
Lessons of life
Can't be learned in a day
feelin' so invincible
Now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin' mad man who screams
Like I'm Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennessey
Actin' like I'm great, but I'm
i was tough enough & now i'm fuckin up the streets
I used to sound mad when i speak
And now i just sound mad on the beat
Man i was down bad
Barely
in the house so she rode for self
to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death
your panties up
Nigga said he'd snatch my
Chain in the streets
What chain? I barely wear jewelry
So I ever had one, you barely seen it on me
And if I
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