Lyrics:
towers and lets
Grow us a couple flowers
They won't allow us
But our powers are bigger than what we fathom
If they told us back then then they
Know that we
the girls who's in love with theyself
This is for all the girls that done did it by theyself
This is for all the girls that's I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
This is
of foals
Coal eyes
Mesmerized by my basilisk thighs
Forlorn core was brew!
Move my team by dream floods
Watch us buy the blood
Flow of lambs
Sanitized
money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight
- Heard the one about the two bulls? Not yet
- Not yet well these two bulls
Are sittin
All these haters lookin' at me and I'm wavin'
Popped anotha bean made me feel amazin'
Hope I meet the special one and I'm waitin'
But emotions don't get
Like we did when kids went playing
That is the truth, forget what I'm saying
So dream but don't dream for more cash
Dream for the vision to see that your
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
goals, new dreams that I'm chasing
Chase hoes, no way I chase paper
And I wasn't given much just took what they gave me
I ain't even rich somehow they
Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic
on the prize
And keep your eyes on the prize
[ VERSE 2: Master Ace ]
Now I'm the capital A and what I'm sayin is conveyin
That I romp, stomp and jump
they’re not and focus on what N.W. Ayer was trying to say with that motto.
This is from a 1947 strategy plan for a De Beers marketing campaign,
“We are
have seen me back in high school, they had some shit to say
Thought they was the shit 'cause they had shift jobs at Chick-fil-A
I was thinkin' R-A-P
spoil your mans, make him mine
Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no
yea ya switched on me Bitch homie aye
Yea aye aye
You pose to be my blood like a Glock you switched on me
You a bitch, now the Ar got some tits on it
out a nine
R.I.P. my niggas, love them boys like they still alive (R.I.P. my niggas)
Marmar did five, came home, brodie went right back
Shit made me
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool
Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents
I'm gonna be perfectly frank
Would you like
in the shells like a taco that's what he ate
You went to work but you aint seen him yo homie
I snuck in his crib and I shot him bitch you are
where the land where the milk flows
Earthbound to mortals what they lack the Brother will know
I'm buildin temples made of MANY dimensions
Illogic
ima book a flight
I'm a lover not a fighter but I fight for what I love
That's enough, p*ssy n*ggas running in yo DMs Tough
I could tell, if I tuck it
of
Greatness is in our blood
What are we so afraid of?
The power it lies within us
Remember what we're made of
Greatness is in our blood
Understand where I'm comin' from the D-P to the G-the-see
The niggas who trip, niggas that dipped
Niggas that conversate with the Bloods or Crips
It's
waiting for?
(I'm not the madman! YOU'RE the madman!)
What are you still waiting for?
Why is your faith no more?
(Don't you look at me that way!
Throwing up blood.
Fuck it Lay, let's sign our life away!
You see me
I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no
lapping the game the tracks that I'm on are the beats that I slay
Hard like tree and I'm throwing my shade with the blood on my leaves I'm making a stain
I
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