Lyrics:
gotta speak my mind
Cuz U already know my n***a came from the grime
Mindset on grind, dats means I gotta work
My set or my city, I still rep for dat Murk
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
to this masterpiece
Of poetry, by now you know it's me
Poet, creativity, pushin, to out destiny
I am on the M-I-C, Jeffery is the Disc Jockey
And to keep us
a hole of pain in my gullet
There’s no beer in the fridge
Not even a smidge of alcohol belonging to me
Nothing’s free in this world
Don’t you know
sliding to ed Sheeran
And you can't name a nigga that I faked on
Brother don't want no slice, he keep on comin' til the cake, gone
And I let niggas think
don't know,
they gave you a cross anyway,
for you to carry to your grave.
now what can be learnt from the life of st john?
that success changes over
Of all the things that you could choose to say
?Baby come home with me for old time sake?
?Stand by my side and flash me that smile?
?Everybody is
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't (I don')
I don't
You know, when you say your marriage vows, they're supposed to be for real. I mean
if you think back about what you really said, what it's all
on me wayne:
All I know is… stack loot, pack tools
If it’s bad then I’ll jack you X2
Got to get it grinding
Got to get it for the sake of cake
Never fake
Family Honour
You know what he's done
Where is he
For the sake of family honour
The sake of family honour
It was a case of late night smash
it home/ make it home
She f**k with me she love the stroke/ love the stroke yea
He f**k with me he might get s***ed/ might get s***ed yea
Not by me
You know the one I'm looking for
Tall dark and wants to give me more
Grew up due east of Jersey Shore
Atlantic coast to Portugal
He's wearing Jermey
that I came from the bottom
But I'm not shit
Sure, you've got a shank, I hear dat
But I don't care bout beef
Everybody knows that I won't Run
For it like
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
that n****
who gives a damn about that b****
So n**** step up you get f***ed up
I just broke a bottle so you know you get cut up
So n**** step up you
punk and get funky for the occasion
Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that
and buck em down with the gat
E Double in the house don't you know
a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
I never try
I've learned from Ed Sheeran to work hard and aim for the sky
So hold on to the passion I'm putting in this song
I'll do the same when my
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
beneath him
If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat
He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at
Where low-key killers let the fo' clap
Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya cold up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the 'dro up, my cup Mo'ed up
Bitch, don't just stand there
Here we are, sittin' in my car
Turn up the radio, Ed Sheeran I know
Getting closer, hands are interlocked
This is going way better than I thought
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