Lyrics:
There's rules to this shit I'll break down a lesson
Step by step
Like a booklet for you to sweat
And try to apply
To make yourself fly
No. 1: must be strong
just hop in the Benz (it's all big)
[Verse Two]
Verse two, aiyyo I'm are-A-W
E.S.T. the Acknickalous one, owwwww
The Greatest Man Alive!
I'm just stayin
why'knowutumsayin?
Damn!
Suckers, I go for broke so don't choke on the smoke.
Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic.
So enough with that punk shit.
you with absolutely anything
If I see you it just hi and bye keep going my way
'cause I've got things to do, I've got bills to pay
I've had enough
comes under the sun
[E.D.I.]
We live those big money dreams
sixteen and so plining
lust to touch everything still no feelings
we move
and pump
You say you in that one bag, okay
That's not enough i'm drivin' fast, I'm on a
Roll, finna chase this bag
Feel like my pockets bustin'
Going up
love, leave enough rope for me
Even if we don't succeed I'll never let my shoulder freeze
If you can put up with both of me, I'll take you H-O-M-E
Read
Tongues are not enough word can’t explain my depth of thank
Cuz you’ve open up the door. And gave me a garment of Praise
And oil of gladness instead
sport, it's called hip-hop
You suckers can't hang when I'm rhymin? fast
?Cause your mic doesn't have enough power to last
But when I slow it down
even bad news can seem good
I'll try a little cyanide, just enough to slide on by
Maybe they'll swallow things I say
Before they get to that odd taste
they got them heaters
Hope they know they not the only ones
They toting them Glocks
I walk around here with that Spirit gun
I'm checking off boxes
I'm not in love with you
What is wrong with you
That thing wey you carry girl it’s enough for two
I’ve been
after i build
Lotta fakes, can't find real
I need my glass re-filled
Dead inside can't find thrill I'm
Still, at the bottom, by myself
Stress been
Kick in your door
They say L.E.O
You ain't the man till you rich enough
Oh
Fell off
Yeah yeah
Back again
Yeah yeah yeah
Struggle hard inside my head
I
fun e lana
Am not into all that jo
Am just looking for a regular Funke or Dolapo
You get your own wahala
I get my own for body
But I still know for my
The price was good
And the Coke was more authentic
But not old enough for me and my war stories
While I sold Crack
I sent my shorty to the store for me
I used
should be humored and amused
But more often than not
I find myself confused
Cruising in that drop, and still, I feel
As if I'm nothing more than
A hamster
a different theme
Enough passion for three and a half men Mr.Sheen
Welcome to my oasis
This is not a dream
Nocturnal on an e-mission
I need my bonds and like
want any letter but the E pills
And she know I keep bills
Keep steel for haters that wanting me killed
Thrill ride, bitch, I got an ill vibe
Kill time by
together
You can even ask around
She want the L O V to the E
Bad lil mama wanna kick it with a g
She don't know me but she's setting up to know me
I wanna be
A S O T X
Flat line wack rap hashtag me next
Feelings get touched say I do too much
I say not enough now back the fuck up
And shut the fuck up mind your
body captures my attention
How you walk baby gets me in tension
Natural haduwa she don't neeed anything like foundation
Promise not to give our love any
through pages or run
I ain't no chump
Id'e rather face em than run
These lessons through pain make me strong
Yeah this what I'm on
Boy I been patient enough
There's rules to this shit I'll break down a lesson
Step by step
Like a booklet for you to sweat
And try to apply
To make yourself fly
No. 1: must be strong
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