Lyrics:
Yeah, TS, yeah, uhh
Yo, yo
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
around my crib for a fuck to give
But I couldn't find it
My notebook should be made of a wooden binder
Cause that's what my albums be sellin'
But I
old, have 5 album
I will make more music and more albums in the future(Yeah)
Oop on me, but hurt it(Wa)
They can't stop play dick, keep from orgasm(Oh)
Holiday Season
I talk to God like I'm 'bout to die (die)
I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
They paid no attention, was walking by
Wednesday afternoon, got a call at 12 o'clock
That on Billboard, on Beat Tracks
Tyrese just dropped from #1 to #2
He said "guess who debuted
goes into this shit ya feel me?
Let's go get it yo
Verse 1: (All White G)
Achievements on my lap I'm pursuing my careers
Never been scared not even by
rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably delf, 'cause we all way
alive
Gave the real and never lied, so if you shying
From the truth, then I guess we both from a different tribe
I never let this slip, cross my Ts
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my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
to me in the benz truck too
Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad and ts
Out wit the b.s
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is
the album, now you born again
Dry devils, come up wet devils, let the story begin
Is it, five bibles or five rifles, pray them down or shoot them dead
I hang
knives (soooo serious)
(Baby)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
I don`t ride
Cause I don`t like
It`s 3 t`s & fuck nights (soooo serious)
(Manny Fresh)
by theyself, comparing me to them?
That sh*ts bad for their mental health, my hustle is repetitious I never get recognition
But to give up on this
panse yo ka pi fre pase’m
Lè m’te piti ak sentiwon Gucci wi papa’m te konn kale’m
What up 7TS good looking for this beat man
DiasporapVolume2 nigga
This
generational swagger
That just been passed down to me
I done crossed all my Ts
I done paid all the fees
And I own this whole album
Yeah I paid off my lease
Look
the needle sway
At least I made them stop and listen
I done got the vision y'all are in my sights
Competent composition songs are written by
Me in the top
a thousand times
Thought by now I'd be a goner
Dear mama I'm sorry
That my hood life would cause you trauma
From a product of the hood to a prodigy
Spit some
sound strange
Niggas online hate on TS we crossed over & changed
Now we versatile, come in buy you style
Fresh out the mail Mori hoodie sales
My niggas is
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T`s gold
Now I`m in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
I`m the Dread Man, you fucked up by
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't like that
I'm just statin' my
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