Lyrics:
know they need it
They been stranded out, dry mouth, and fienin but I'm here with that delivery
Here with your delivery, got that delivery (I care
hip-hop
Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop
Say Black Star come to rock it non
Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
and snap
Like Kodak, these cats get the picture
Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya
My target is your feature
we all sport hoods like grim
hip-hop
Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop
Say Black Star come to rock it non
Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
clouds fulfill themselves to me
Nine of them, the last one is the key
Won't bring her back or set her free
Ah
Down in the trenches, down in the hole
Ay 40 mayne, I seen one of yo' hoes
Last night mayne, she was just uhh
(Hmm)
She was tryin' to give that ass
Away for free mayne, whatchu gon' do?
to get you to turning out your lights
Necro's on the Rifle scope like he owns the world
Scope target ready until a head explode
Cash's on delivery
to get you to turning out your lights
Necro's on the Rifle scope like he own the world
Scope target ready until a head explode
Cash's on delivery
the cribbo, I'm hot
Straight of the oven hoe
My glizzy hot & ready, Knock-Knock
Special delivery
I'm stepping out with steppers, no play
This isn't musical
So
nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock
Miggity mog it's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this
riggity mic, my target's the underground market
I be
I'm trying but I haven't found my feet yet
Charting every path until my last breath
And I don't know my right from left
Half a mile out
But still I
Pérignon nigga
I'm a fuckin' don nigga
Put a fuckin' target on him
Giuseppes Zanottis on your
Motherfuckin' lawn nigga
Steppin' on your sofa
Roll it on my
the dude from Chappelle's show
Let it rip like velcro
We spit non-typical flows like this
Mile high city and it goes like this
Like this
Like this
started to hide
sputtering targets crawling in hind sight
the balance just hates the thought
waiting to see what everyone else has now got
we all dabble
Agb£n£ won ya shorn
Agb£n£ won ya shorn
Nyanyom£i k£ wekum£i gbla wo y£ S£ shi won ya shorn
How many miles are left to cross
My target is to hit
fuck with gyms
I got my weight up now
I'm taking supplements
High top Vans last Summer
I ain't fuck with Tims
You usually see Gucci on my belt buckles
somebody, ask me
Ay, I tell her let's get in the back seat
Yo crew, last week, my niggas, mad deep
My bitch, bad piece, yo bitch got bad feet
I pray to God, I
an inspiration
From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common
Gucci Mane and Common
Did you see this comin'?
Nigga with an attitude
A hundred miles and runnin'
I
you're ruling hip-hop
Say Black Star come to rock it non...
Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
The whole and not the half of it,
the saying, give them an inch and they take a mile
But Jesus I really need this, I gotta make it out
Studio shit on eBay, I gotta purchase
I told my niggas,
we out we out
Forty miles over the speed limit
On target like a bullet to the knees
From the SWAT team when I'm
Shootin' these in 'em
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Paddling for miles and miles he may never reach the land
A swimmer strong but struggling, water slipping through his hands
He asks with his last
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