Lyrics:
(As fly) as the one with the dubs on a slant
(That ride) so pretty mama please don't let your
(Pass by) 'cause shawty you just don't know
(That I)
May the floor have no splinters
May your luck always be a beginners
May you laugh in the face of sinners
Hear the sound
May the road slant to speed
dicky
Take me to pound town
He's turning me inside out
Went from the bed the ground
Can't help but scream and shout
I want it now
I call my M.O.M. daddy
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Nigga 'bout to run up in your house in a jiff
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in
the city now the fans out
Nigga don't pay me just pay pal
Got to hit him with the chopper knock your face down
Ass up back slant got your face down
Got
For you I would go long distance
I know that I'm not tripping
I can't go a day without your text up on my phone
Yea
For you I would go long distance
When it comes, the Landscape listens -
Shadows - hold their breath -
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death -
There's a certain Slant
Hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground, oh oh
Only sound, only sound that you hear is, "No"
You never saw it coming, slipped when you
What's, happening what's up
Slant and mirrored, doubled up
I been polishing my skills
Dont, blame yo L on luck
Ridin in two door
Swinging like Pujols
I came
I realize this night
I realize what's mine
Watching the ground
Watching the ground
You're turning around
You're turning around
I realize this night
I
in front of me I see into the distance
So far
I can see past the ground line
Escape my mind
I can see past the ground line
I can reach the stars
When
Hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground, oh oh
Only sound, only sound that you hear is, "No"
You never saw it coming, slipped when you
hang time
We shoot long distance columbine
Assisting on one of my mines
Had crushed dreams crushed P's in the room oh what a time
We building an empire
a crib for the family
Got me out here feeling like the man with it
Had to keep em at a distance ain't nothing to do with a pandemic
Real shit smell
they was bitin' too much pac
But what goes up, must come down
While these bitches suckin' dick
And droppin' to the ground
But what goes up, must come
doomed to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette
A church burned to the ground, not even noticed yet
Thirteen, thirteen
Thirteen, thirteen
doomed to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette
A church burned to the ground, not even noticed yet
Thirteen, thirteen
Thirteen, thirteen
potion
So me say, gyal wine
And go pon your head
Go pon the ground, no bother go pon the bed
Hotel we inna, so no rip up the spread
Me a pop it like
Swing your hips round and round
Tap your foot on the ground
Reach your hands to the ceiling
Wring your wrists bring the feeling
Twist your body
they was bitin' too much pac
But what goes up, must come down
While these bitches suckin' dick
And droppin' to the ground
But what goes up, must come
they was bitin' too much pac
But what goes up, must come down
While these bitches suckin' dick
And droppin' to the ground
But what goes up, must come
where
Take it from the ground up, this is the last roundup
You can't win, and you can't break even
You can't be leavin' the game anyway
You've
EVERYONE IS SLEEPING THOUGH
I LIE IN A CURTAINED ROOM
SOMEWHERE IN A CITY
HOLDING SO MANY NAMES
SOMEHOW IN THE DISTANCE
I'VE GONE TO GROUND
SOMEWHERE
and keep the rubber side down
If God is my witness
they see you breaking ground
I hope these dreams don't break you down
I'm going the distance
Just pedal
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