Lyrics:
escape artist,
The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding
Where I am not a liar
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am
'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can
huh?
What's the name of your song?
Going la-da-di-dum
What's the name of your song?
I'm R3D, you must be pink, going mahna mahna
It's a game that we
Telling me what time it is
Damn
She don't need a man
She like money in her hand
Long walks in the sand
It's a big world I could be your only fan
Only get
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
cause, "Tonto Billy es mi nombre", It's slowing down at work? You know I'm still getting paid
I got a tilde in my name right over the n, Don't dare forget
doing fine but then they never put the time in
I try to hide my cold side like when I flip my pillows
Some of the the songs I write are real
Because
you get
You speak with respect if you got my name in your mouth
And no matter who coming next, I'ma stay holding it down, wow
My goal since 2011 was
you get
You speak with respect if you got my name in your mouth
And no matter who coming next, I'ma stay holding it down, wow
My goal since 2011 was
her
He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
With two MAC's inside the Volvo
What up, God? I'm still sober
I need some Henn' to bend
you get
You speak with respect if you got my name in your mouth
And no matter who coming next, I'ma stay holding it down, wow
My goal since 2011 was
(by the way) dum di di dum
Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
Saggin all dressed in black
I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
crane name
Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one chain
Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like
Step on his Klondike, get your dart right
We movin
get in my zone
Finna start spraying on niggas I’m a lion and the king of my throne
I’m the king of my throne
By the mother fucking sand my nigga
get in my zone
Finna start spraying on niggas I’m a lion and the king of my throne
I’m the king of my throne
By the mother fucking sand my nigga
That's
shift
'cause I was drinkin a fifth, wit john jingle heimer smith
And here's another caper from the lyric landscaper
I write flows wit two by fo's wit sand
me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead yo, nigga, watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught
Up in
Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts
And see where this takes me
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face
looks'll get your face sterilized
By a clean slap
Next step, pull the mean MAC
Nigga I mean that
Supreme rap, Dillinger speaks
Killers in reach rock my chain
and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it? Don't watch the clock
nothing.
No point in acting like I'm somebody to prove somethin'.
Open my understanding when I read the Scriptures.
It's still Your word inside a darkened
die a legend, wanna see my name up in that sand
Sick of taking L's, but a nigga finna try again
Speaking on my name on his block, I'ma slide again
Tell
And I've already broken every law
I'm horror core, this is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib, not if you still hidin' under the bed
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