Lyrics:
ventador
Foreign slime offshore woah
How we tricked ya
This one's a fucking killer
I'm not vanilla, but I can make a hit like Jigga
And I'll fucking kill ya
paid to make
We awaiting
Have patience with greatness
My food, my plate, that you taking
Real ones in the party no fakers
Out in Vegas it's amazing,
heart
Ooh pa you broke her heart
Well the years rolled by
And 'fore we knew it
Our sister got married and moved out west
I stayed with ma, 'cause
to work
Bend your back drop it low make it hurt
See how low you can go make it work
Go head forehead go to work
Go up go dumb go to work
Bend your back drop
anyway
I heard he been ratting
We can drag him to the river Stone
Nah, leave him for Patrice
I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum, slow down
I came with
to bed, tonight
Take some pills and try to set it right
Black out and just wake up in the morning
Cause if we can't sleep, then we can't see
What's
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
in the way of success
We got the same job but you make much less
I remember how it used to be, before we had crack
If you had a few hundred in
he can drive his hummer on the moon
blasting DMX off the soundtrack of a South Park cartoon
niggas used to buy their families out of slavery
now we buy
Now I make tunes pushin beats
I ain't push white
I ain't push white
Sellin out tours
I ain't tryna make crack fly
Cuttin out fakes
Coz da beef it didn't
days have gone by uh ha
Being here alone asking why uh
You can't be wrong and you're right uh
Think it's all good when you apologize
You said that
sane
Working everyday got me feeling like I'm drained
But I'm all good by the time the weekend comes again
Yo bro it's eleven eleven
I pray I can make it
Victory is for the Nigerian people
Look, this election better be good
I know what I'm saying, we are on
The cliff edge!)
Look!
I either I make it, or i will
loving that
Black my color I stick with that
My religion was brought by white
Changing dollar we brought it back
Twisting tongue hope you grab
Feeling my
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
think ya'll on vacation, man
Stop doin', man
[JD]
Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can
We don't talk like we used to.
The perfect present is no longer the future.
And I can't find it, trust me I looked around.
Seems like all the sand
Head up
Said I won't be like the rest
Running up upon a track
I'm trying to make it to the end
It's time to make something happen
I'm chasing up a dream
No one can do it like me
Trouble is making trouble
We be vibing from a distance
Black love give me constant persistence
No time for the bull
gonna tell us where we are
South by south west
Two miles from town
I can't get out
I can't look down
If you can hear
If you're around
I'm over
to the bit where you pay
And you realize then that it's finally the time
To walk back past ten-thousand eyes in the line
And you can swap jumpers and make
the fires warming nurtured by the homeless
won't really try to get it I creep among the shadows
can't stop the circus playin' with all their numbers rollin'
Thinking we aint about it trying to test our moods
So much baddies i can't pick or choose
City full of niggas who just shoot
Only gang when I'm in the room
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