Lyrics:
Ah, ah
Money, help me get by, it don't matter if I
Cop myself expensive things, buy myself a diamond ring
Married to the mula, still ain't got
The powers have been cut up
Hopping over the hurdles
Just look at the stride
Life is heavy enough but you looked at me high
Huh, rather leave it behind
my brain over all the things
If I'd just been there I could have tried
Things to do I can't help but think of more
I could fill my life without ever
Whoa, whoa (ah)
Whoa, whoa (you could say that shit again but do you live by it? Yeah)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa (ah, Based1 got them bands, ho)
We've carried these stones
Cracked through the mountain side
The charred remains they've left
Are fuelling the new world view of it all
We teach
me
Stopped by your mom's house to talk
Now just take it from me
You're an angel, I'm a demon
Rollin' round through town
Well, I could call you
But I'd
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
on Sepulveda
Anointed players who coin phrases, that's metal paper
Level layers, several shades of grey, submission for it
Milf lover under silk covers who
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
have been abandoned by all I held dear
No, this is a test set for me
Hear me my lord
I will survive
Survive
As I run into the hangar
I can see now what
Lie down, fair one and come away
'Til the rain is over and gone
G-g-gimme the beat now (face the music)
Leadline
(Face the music)
If the air
Dropped out ain't got no degree bitch still rich
Still counting up bands and my rent is expensive
They all use to laugh now I'm on the offensive hey
See me
all away (I blow 'em all away)
(superstars), but they know I blow 'em all away, hey
The gig is over, the gig is over (bitty bye-bye)
The gig is
come it be in Large quantities
Over my paper I’ll leave you layin Horizontally
I was broke as a joke hoes laughed Like it was comedy
Now the bread come
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
MC, I like to rock mic well
'cause when I get up on the mic I just release my spell
It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus
And swarm all over
bands now givenchy all over me gotta make sure I stand out fuck it I got it up out the mud never had my hands out I keep the .45 by the six pack better
them nailed to crosses
Crucifixions in our true religion
It's all by design
F*** a superstition
Let the black cat out the bag
If you come across it
this earth, no way to rebirth
Hurt just like Johnny Cash
One day you’ll wake up, but cannot get up
We lay in a body bag
All running around and tryna
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi
Ice Cube, all about the Benjis
Spend ten bands
fast to ? fans
Like a wind brass, shoot glass, shit sand
Thinking it would all sink in like quicksand
But, this is why I direct the shit and
Cut now
Whole neck on bling
All these bands on me
Brand new bitch from over seas
All my bitches on fleek
Whole neck on bling, bling
All these bitches on me
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