Lyrics:
on the other
And I just sit around and watch 'em argue with each other
Lone disciple, praying for his own survival
He keep a Holy Bible by a loaded rifle
the cave that's fine
Reclusive dude with loosey tunes a nuisance
All up in the business with an 8 track grind
I sat up with a boombox and threw thoughts
In
'em right here! in the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by
like a cold sore, a blemish
On your whole track record, you apoligize
Want me on your side, nah fuck it
Take it back you got wack shit, don't associate
ist laut und du denkst
Der Track ist ill
Und du hast vollkommen recht
Willkommen in Ganxtaville
Ridin' by, mothafuckas always gettin high
In
niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like
girls real shit
They'd rather I lie to 'em
Cause it's not what they wanna hear
Gotta say goodbye to 'em
It's my rhythm I move to the
Beat of my own drum
one of this, spiritual bliss (?)
Bangin' with this, it's Jesus Christ till I R.I.P
It's only right, I gotta fight
You meet me by the seventh trench,
Barely struck a thousand but yet I'm still way ahead of you
finna call you Toronto cuz I'm gettin six to carry you
Sick as hell this that sickle cell that
your cliques
The devil's in the details, triple six
It's a juicy day we might hear Juicy J
Do my dirt by lonely, treacherous way
It’s Hip-Hop hooray, but
Drake summer sixteen
When the sweetest revenge is summer 19
Murder on the beat don’t know how we’ll get away
When the bodies start dropping and hips start
on scooters who could of grew into futures with choosing
Removing their chance to break through illusions that fool the young movers to subscribe like
Future kids
And how much they really
Love underground hip-hop
We don’t give a fuck like
A virginized dick cock
After being tickled by a couple Eddie
a screenplay, directed him to a pic
Murder sumn, she wrote know the book is comin'
Bullets beat you black and blue, don't fuck with my cousins
Jordan jumpin' 23
sit and hear me for once, matter fact Imma do it for us
Three out of six and you favored the three that was before us
You even called em up and when you
rap bout bangin' but don't practice their preach
I'm gettin' bread by the hour, pull up, fed them the power
Six holes in his skin, it makes sense why
the opps ain't bad, just chat
I don't know these yutes that jumped on tracks
This is more than rap, don't talk 'bout dead it (don't do it)
Step for a M,
Knife at your neck
Please do not move, please do not move
I'm on the track, fuck you expect?
Silent assassin
My demons too violent to manage
I'm
choked out to the beat by the manufacturer
And I ain't here to laugh at you, I'm just here to mash
Like potatoes, flush your fucking flow down the drain
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like
the job done like sises mix max
Flip tracks, murder stinks, drunk niggaz killin' six packs
Chokin' on venom, suffered tricknological kick backs
Poverty
got no excuse like woah
I shoulda seen this comin' so fast but I went right back
Boy I used to run track
Been a long time since I felt like mAck
I just
younger days
I gotta... bounce on this beat, yeah i vibe to the track
Yeah one day im just tryna whip in a black cadillac
Ripping trends, never blend,
they stop swinging by for me
It was good at the begin
Couldn't stop they ass from coming over
Now I swear to god that I feel like a real soulja
Me
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