Lyrics:
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
like Hershal Walker,
The talk of the game is I, but I wonder if he'll still be talking after I die
But that's not important
Money's more important
do
On and on and on is how the beat goes
So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros
And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes
I wear
do
On and on and on is how the beat goes
So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros
And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes
I wear
brothers
Since he got kicked out by my mother
Totin' them AR's, smoking that gas
Sipping on walk, life moving fast
I dropped a new single
That shit was
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
happy
Until one of them was dead
Curb crawler I'm just a back street walker
Now the winner he was big around 7ft tall
And just by looking in his face
Walkers at night
Shorties lookin' fine (woo) in the flyest designs (mh, mh, mh)
Spandexes, Jordache, staring at Val Coop's ass (stop, Malik)
Baby hair,
will live forever, my fame will be maintained
Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that
But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat
So
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
gone start the revolution
Talking to my brother bout
Albums you ain’t heard
Got my heart in my hand since you
Left in the dirt, got my phone on
Lock, you
louder
Than every speaker oh my brother
Ị na anụ
I done pray alobarecal make
Them play my song American
As I they carry my dream walker
Oluwa bless me now
my brain it's torture
Am I a lonely walker
Can you hear me brother oh
Let's talk about mental health
Come here kid are you doing well
Everyone says
each other brothers
Because we are all brothers by god
We must all stand up for each other and are own freedom
Us brothers all have a special place in
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
stress that enough in the community
And Until corruption cease
Stop snitching is still the code too you heard
A Ghetto love is the law that we live by
feel me, people that originally
Had features on this album actually, then you find out
Ya brothers not really ya brother, mother fuckers steal from you
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
Tha Hardway Album
1: tha hardway intro- Tay Walker (vocal singer) Jordan Holt (made the beat
2: New Chips- Mathaius Young (produced the beat)
of the soil, crossroad walker
Great vine swinger, the pyramid stalker
Makin God music in sync with the universe
So here we go again, another Brother verse
Back
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
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