Lyrics:
The Documentary.
We’d sneak outta the house while Grandma was watching Jeopardy.
She caught us on the block and made us dump out all our Hennessy
Just the thought
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
'round detentions in my flip-flops
(Zino Records)
Tick-tock, this is trap music, this ain't hip-hop
Man ain't fist-fightin', man would lick shots
the fridge (chee)
Smack 'em after this feed (keen)
'Cause it's just family when we chillin' on the westside
Music playin', sun's out, uso it's the best vibe
sunset
Keep my distance except when I want to
Feel the colour of what I learned about
As a boy in the glow of a screen
Set on leaving to make my life
Taking out the target, ain't no collateral damages
I think by now if you don't like me then you never will
Sleeping through this fire like it's Benadryl
a bitch
They ain't trippin off me
I just do what I gotta do
Make music for the streets
Keepin it gangsta all the time
With a sick minded mentality
just what you're told, and you won't do nothin' else
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams
What makes these days so very strange,
[Eligh]
No diamonds would be bought by this man
If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot
Would I rot in hell or prosper
Cottontail the offer
gotta show me love, cause shit I love myself
A fuck I'll never give, I ain't got none left
Gave you all of me, but overlooked cause my appearance
By
feeling horny
Or we can have an orgy
With you and your friends, I'll be the man
Have a nigga yelling out, YEAH!
My label trying make me switch the flow
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right
I’m making music for niggas in suits and ties
They all got a money and evil smiles
That’s
I'm in the cut looking like I just smoked me a whole lot of
Uh huh yeah that is crucial
I tell her fly out to KZN just for the beach mm hmm tell her
king should have a queen
And every dog should have its day
Wide awake I celebrate and face the music when it place
Into the light from out the dark
Music in the air
Plucked from the centuries
Presented in the form
Of a song by you to me
Seagull in the air
Floating on the updraft
See me
Up a lazy river by the old mill run
Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun
Linger awhile in the shade of the tree
Throw away your troubles, dream
Nightingale.
Your face so fine and your body so shy
England in the rain is no place to be
Go find your lover out across the sea
Girl do you hear the music
the game
Recognize my name, I.N.S., your highness
I rep for live sets, place ya bets, make ya threats
There's no cure, even the experts are stunned
My
of the texture
To make it come alive
"We are the music makers
And we are the dreamers of dreams"
"A little nonsense now and then
Is relished by the wisest
Lookin' out a dirty old window, down below the cars in the city go rushing by
We sit here with no dosh and wonder why?
Should we catch the bus
by the way I speak
I'mma say what I want to say in any fuckin kinda way
Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day
Shout outs
To the people from Canada
And from the south
And North America
My home born continent
Years of slavery
And many still ain’t on to it
Must win
boys worship me
I can elevate you
Just by being me
Big ass R like a true ass G
Make you fucked up
Get you high on me
Bitches want my money mayne
I get
& drizzy my sound too sickly,
Ghost me for eons then out the blue my phone ringing,
Got me singing “look back at it,” by boogie with the hoodie,
Closing my
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