Lyrics:
around
For godsake
I was blind when it was to late
You were struggling with your own fate
Now I’m on my own
When you were by my side
Everything felt so
to a resistance
You scared looking at your window
You see your own fucking children crawling over your fences
One by one they all come slow to meet their fates
I'm from the 3rd coast
You better make like Patrick Swazey bitch and turn ghost
Cause all my boys is hittas get em where it hurt most
Then back
blocked, shaken or taken
Or made to feel weak by a high level mason
Fuck your capstone and your red stone ring
Ya philosophers stone, I know what you want
froze
'Cause when the casket closed
I'm like really what's the use of these cars and clothes?
If man don't wanna switch up, I'mma go hard on my own
Be careful, never to let them in the temple
Until the earths inherited by the meek
Through Pasaq peep, my takeover technique
Black devil red devil,
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
Some Guccis on, walkin' down the dead road, ayy
I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate
of snoozing
If you want it go and get it aint no other way to live it
Mediocrity is not for me, say it with your spirit
Own lane and I’m chilling red dotting
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town
My own children are grown
But I was raised up on the other
In the wee hours
this up or wait to return its call?
Waking up each time at the dusk I do my duties in the long night
Burn a candle it is one way I create my own light
the morning-after pill
Just incase i survive
But I got's to say "Hi!"
And I got's to stay fly
Go by your house pull out my dick
And poke your mother in the eye
'B'
kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back
I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga"
[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the be -K,
kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back
I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga"
[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the be -K,
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town my own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town my own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours
piece
While I covered three, playin' nickel, doin' safety reads, watch the flats
I can rap, but I rather tackle and pedal back
Get a pick when my
the heat
Whipping the shit out of a beat
Taking a trip down pain street
But it can't be
Princ3 making the gauge skeet
Victory never tasted so sweet
This what
Nigga robbed my lil cuz guess he mad bout that two three
You can get two for the three bitch I feel like i'm migo lee
Try to jump in this water you
Bag it by the sofa
And whip that pyrex
Two waps up
Little nigga don't try this
Steak mignon
Have dinner by the Eiffel
I was running outside
Twenty three
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
you wanna be friends now then you shoulda said
I'll exist on my own like I'm the colour red
Cos I know that's what you seeing when I do my best
above in helipad
See my brother by ma side ooo
Skiddo wayne
Rip to fake niggas trying
Making legacy
Hia mmoa de3 call us
For Accompanying yie yie
Am in
Green light, red light
Freeze for a frame
Just want to move
I'm told to line up and wait
Stand on the brakes
If that's what it takes
To make it
Diamonds Dancin’
By Shihottie:
Shihottie:
Ohhh my heart
The pain is too too much
Ohhh my heart
The pain is too too much
Diamonds dancing do
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