Lyrics:
thing is follow your passions ally it's not a truce what you need to follow instead is your skill set and you'll find this out by talking to your friends
burn them by the three, I'ma show you what I mean
Ain't gotta show the world, show the world that I'm the...
I don't fuck with all these bitches, I'm
or stay out of my way you might live for today
I am Unsane
This rage inside my mind is starting to break out, I'm running out of time
I walked out my
the shit
But not like this up in this bitch
A T-L-A-N T-A, nigga, I can do this all day
You know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Polo down to my socks,
flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up
down
House with the fence around, y'all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get
E Seun O
(The One Who Stands By Me Thank You)
Mo Wo Ibi To Ti Bere,
(I Looked At Where I Started From)
Mo Wo Ibi To Ba De,
(I Looked At Where I
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
down
Bell Boy, carry this baggage out
Bell Boy, always running at someone's pleading heel
You know how I feel
Always running at someone's heel
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
Everything's live, everything's live
Fucking hell fam, everything's live
Behind the tints, in my seat, live
Step out, see me on street, live
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
your doom
Why do you write like you're running out of time?
Write day and night like you're running out of time?
Every day day you fight, like
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Fill it up 20 dollars at a time,
Barely reaching up the halfway line
For work, this’ll only last me 3 days time
So I proceed on home down the coastline
digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
at your door
Wargwarn
Bear ripped the beat make you turn around,
Skank your head and stomp your feet
Tik Tok time running out
Everybody saying Tik Tok
the age of 15 she got kicked out her home
she came down to London from somewhere Up North
I think it was Manchester but I'm not quite sure
the first time I
because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?
Ridin' down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin'
Cadillac doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day
Heard a call from the other way
That I just came from ("Ayy")
Some nigga was saying something
Talking
whether
Ay, you say next one next
One, next one, next one, aww i'm running out
Of instrumental time i need to, I
Gotta get a faster one yeah, a faster one
takes over me
As soon as I go home and close the door
Kinda feels like déjà vu
I wanna get away from this place, I do
But I can't and I won't, say I
Now we grinding hard just like we wanna do
Grinding day and night so we can kick off our shoes
And live a glamorous life look what we made it
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