Lyrics:
streets that's a concept you gotta grasp
Money is king that's a concept you gotta grasp
You get 1 life that's a concept you gotta grasp
The world is yours
ain't lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot
don't even have an even have
Or an even half to contrast the abused bleeding beaten path
Concept concept concept
Raps the only thing that keeps me from
thoughts
He's trapped
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as
Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
the street I hear
"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!"
"Man down
Where you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
"Where your grandma stay,
I keep em
See concept of living
See concept of me.
In the midnight street lights are on,
People off.
Which is lost ? Time of killing our ages
Which
Whoa oh, I've been banging my head against the wall
Whoa oh, for so long it seems I knocked it down
Yeah, it got knocked down
Whoa oh,
Wall Street
Wall Street, Wall Street
Money never sleep, Wall Street
Wall Street, Wall Street
Money never sleep, Wall Street
I been broke all my life
I
a hundred dollars on an offhanded bet
Wall Street would and Wall Street could
And Wall Street does just that
’Cause Wall Street lends and Wall Street bends
"And you have believed those ideas and concepts"
"And you have believed those ideas and concepts"
How de fuck can you believe, that people turns
No wall
No ban
No fascist USA
No wall
No ban
No fascist USA
(No wall) not my words (no ban)
That's just you the other day out on that street
Refrão
O céu é o limite, é estouro, efeito dinamite, 2 loucos nessa Auschwitz.
Lamborghini a 120, Ricco e King os Lobos de Wall Street.
Fazendo grana
the darker ages
Faces on four colored walls
Silence nobody's picking up their phone calls
The concept of this is concrete
Daydreaming on the backseat
night
the street?)
(Let me put you behind my big tall wall)
you wanna see my bridge? (I just wanna eat'cha, honey)
Well what'cha want, what'cha wanna see? (B is for
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
and walls
He don't rate those who temper opinions for kindness
He's got lions and tigers in his genes
These instincts adapt
And march down the street
He
to impress you
With the intricate wordplay
Catch me at a bodega and
Plus I know my neighbors a little too well
It's like my walls are made of paper
But this is
tomorrow, put my back against the wall
How many leaders you said you needed then left for dead?
Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin
streets never got far
Calculated I move smart
Thoughts jumping up off the wall
Constantly on that adderall
They gone love you but when you gone
That's
You'll soon become an addict to habit
With a whole lot of baggage
Walking yourself on a leash is tragic
Like a trash man walking to the street
Depressed
catch my second wind
I resonate in these walls
I don't know how long I can wait in these walls
I've been on the streets too long
Looking at you from
endo
Wrist out the damn window
Lambo, that straight bingo
Enzo, that straight bingo
Phantom, that straight bingo
Concept, that straight bingo
Pull
I'm from the streets, I'm
I'm from the streets, streets
I'm from the streets
(You know how I love money)
Money over bitches, my hustle over all
Get
His brother threw acid in his face
His tatoos were screwed
The streets of Soho did reverberate
With drunken Highland men
Revenge for Culloden dead
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