Lyrics:
your bodyguard ain't scarin' me (no)
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did, he barely lived (grrt)
Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I
by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga ain't no flaw
Yung future gotta keep dat raw
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
(For her love)
By the sun up in heaven, by the moon and the stars (for her love)
By the circling planets
And the lines on the surface, the surface
bodyguards,
Surveillance around his land spread
He runs a billion dollar organization under investigation,
Plus he's wanted by immigration
Now I'm stuck,
through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride as I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart and left me
If there's a light
It's under the surface
Pushing on
To the end of a circle
Always
Undone
Shadow by my side
Tagging along
Destroys
Everything I
races.
As many of you fans already know the route or track of the orbits, glides, etc.
has been increased by 5,000 million kilometers
thus enabling
all
Spheres, connected below the surface by drawings and circles, bent by the time
Sources of knowledge, against the opinion of thousands of blind men
Were covered by the curtains
We going to go on excursions
I'm just touching the surface
Yeah
Under the surface you going to Find the real me
Way that
(That still survives)
its might
Great mountains and pillars arise
(Arise)
By darkness it carves through the inside
Towards the surface reaching out for
we see on the surface
This can’t be our purpose
We can’t sit by, no time
We need a new purpose
Losing dads, losing kids, leaving moms, we grieve
Lost
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
One by one they fall and one by one I take the blame
I said one by one they stall and one by one we feel the same
I said one by one they fall and one
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta
Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta
Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared
Money on my mind
And hustlin is in my arteries
One thing 4 certain
No other nigga can fuck wit me
I get it by any means
With or without a team
Ayy (skrrt, skrrt)
(SG Gang, nigga, skrrt)
Kodak, why you strapped like that?
Why you act like that?
'Cause I got it by myself (ayy)
(You know I
At 2 o' clock in Hollywood
Which means I gotta leave here by 1
I should call an Uber at 12: 50
And then after that I gotta meet Bear at
Joe's Falafel
stick him up, stick him up
We drop the dope in the pot and we mix it up
Run up on a nigga, I make him give it up
He had a bodyguard
That nigga wasn’t big
Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie?
It seems our world is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky
Change the race by reason,
camera away
Someone take today as traffic passes by
Never see me
Never see at all
I don't need you
Your lies they won't surface
Your mind it
What I got to lend?
What I did and what I didn't do for them
Bricks comin' in somewhere on the rim
Section doin' numbers, nowhere by a gym
Droppin'
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