Lyrics:
say a couple niggas changed on me
Dark cloud on my head they just watched rain on me
Long nights in the stu stuck on a grind by my lonley
One to many
a bluff (That's not a bluff)
Top off in a light rain, don't put it up
(Don't put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let 'em look
on the side of my ribs by my kidneys
Don't get stain if you hitting civilians, green dot on a opp for precision
Green dot to the Watts in the prisons, protocol
in for the win
Never doing Shakara for the fans
Causing wahala in the stands
Original John Cena
Lagbaja on the mans
No hands On the plans
Cuz Baba
youngn
I’m just getting to a bag, youngn
Shouldn’t be hating on me
John from the p’s
Roll up a bleeze
Every young nigga got trees
Even the mommas
to this day (free)
R.I.P. my migo P, my nigga dead in the grave (P)
And I dare a fuck nigga come and try me today (bah-bah)
Abracadabra his face
Quavo
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
and place
Written by Steve Kempster and John Van Tongeren
Dr Yo Publishing BMI- Tongerland Music BMI
believe that's me
Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC
P attack you from the metronome
Catch you in your groove home alone
Blowin' wit the chrome,
still couldn't catch us, manuever on the mic or lose
heads like John the Baptist
When I rap this whack MC's feel the rapture
Others fugitive style your
lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access
Havin half
Queen In a kingdom of dreams When the rain hit me hard You were here by my side In my arms you'd belong Oh, tell me why did we go separate ways? Oh, I
the harvest
My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the boys clocking
that it? Nope!
Purple Rain by Prince
Blues Traveler Four
Toto One and Four
Riot Brand New Eyes by Paramore
Father John Misty Fear Fun
Talking Heads
askin' (word)
"When will it end? ", Waiting on that meteor shower
To rain down and bring all these suck niggas to they final hour (yup)
Don't tell us
…
Depuis tout petit
J'suis Déterminé à gagner (Gagner)
Persévérant
On controle le rain-té (Le rain-té)
Ouai Tout pour la famille
Tout pour la Madre
look forward to sunny days
From time I spent in the rain
You appreciate more when you experience pain
Look If it don't break us it help make us
We trying
beat you black and blue
Demolish you
Have you lookin' just like the bottom of my shoe
The game, the game feeds off us (feeds off us)
The industry
on my mind
Constantly adding up, arranging dollar signs
I heard they mad at us to that I say fine
Pay it no mind
Just pay it for a 9-11
Might just
a rival
Without skills you better check for your own survival
And feel the pain rappers talk a good John Wayne but look stupid
You be trying to play us like
Hey, yo, well back on my South Side Jamaica part of town
Where us real niggas love to get down
Where you only hear G and P finessin' tracks up
Hey, yo, well back on my South Side Jamaica part of town
Where us real niggas love to get down
Where you only hear G and P finessin' tracks up
About to add tuxedos to my wardrobe
When I'm lit I'm at all the Black award shows
Soul Train
N double A C P
John Wick
Big four five A C P
Looks kill
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
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