Lyrics:
be, b-boys, a
Lot like college, when your frat boys profit, Air
Force like Offutt, leaving friends and fam blood-clotted
Let that sink in like Johnson
Ahh, ahh
I be killin it (why Tash?) cause I be feelin it
I get money so no need for stealin it
I work diligent beneath the Earth's soil
shotgun
With holy prophets
I invade upon, yeah I've been a don
Never sell out like Robert Johnson in Viacom
Lines of firearms held by millions of dons
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pow
Baby never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Catching feelings is unknown
Let me tell you how it
motherfuckers (now let's go)
My Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini
Blue Madina, always beamin'
Rag top, chrome pipes (bring it back now)
Blue lights, outta sight (now
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money's gone
Once in
any half my shit
It ain't enough for 2
By now
I'm getting close to just before the save
Should've been rapping
Like Magic Johnson
Before the aids
We
de smile
Them torture chima
Them break him legs
Say Chima die in pain
Okay let's talk about
Kolade Johnson
Kolade Johnson
Many people die
Wey I
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money's gone
Once in
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money's gone
Once in
Mr Johnson's car gets the weekend shine
And it's so fine
Music plays on radios
And Lisa in the garden singing to the washing line
Well never
again
I got the recipe
So please just let me in
Don’t do no achy breaky heart
Get left out in the dark
Or blinded by light
On a weekend at the park
Do
Uh, this that Harlem music right here, this that Diddy Bop
Get ready for the winter music right here, this what it is [Incomprehensible]
You know me
Thinking you can beat me you smoking that Dwayne Johnson
I write these letters for those who relating
It comes together now life is shappin'
You chose
gon' win
It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again
But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again
At the Dem
Yeah, aye
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody wannabe famous, even when you nameless
Y'all better
and waiting
Two sites on the premises
So stop the faking
You're not the favorite
You lose by a minute, kid
We get a lot of hatred
We constipated
Does it look
the anesthesia
It'll send her body into a seizure
That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'
Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words
What do you say
the groove
And then he'll come back to you again
(Let it play!)
Let the music play
He won't get away
This groove he can't ignore
He won't leave you
he'll come back to you again
(Let it play!)
Let the music play
He won't get away
This groove he can't ignore
He won't leave you anymore
(Let it play!)
(gill/johnson/nash/o'toole)
This wasted land is gone now and
Swept away , swept away
Better not let the side down
Whirlwinds of time
We can build
other thing he'd ever say about it was
He never did see Robert Johnson again
Well, the old man died a few years ago
And the note he wrote was the last
Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,
Now you say it's the end
Oh, but I think we can start over again
Just to think of the time
We were mellowed by spices of love
Let's not pretend
This
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