Lyrics:
'cause I'm gunnin' Galil
And when I'm threatened by enemies nearby
I do it my way
Kill 'em with kindness if kindness is an MP5K
I'm ridin' dirty, my
what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp"
Yo,
god
It was serious
cll these Righteous rules
To abide by
Try my best to be a real 1
Not hard just keep it a buck
I was in my lies
cnd i was in
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
Overthrown so long ago
She sees the throne upon which she shagged
It's not that someone else is there
It's that no one could deal with that
Now I'm
that you don't know nothing
By the way you carry yourself you dumb fuck
I'm basked up and Jim Carrey myself
You better duck, bless screwed
You'll be
on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go, yeah
I can’t think about Monday, yeah
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
Every year that passes by
I seem to have less time
a plastic bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not
a fuckin' future that do not got you in it
My glasses rosier tinted
My ass older ain't holdin' on to my older ways
I'm emboldened I'm rollin' on now my motor
Fuck my health need real-estate
Need that coast out by the way
I know that I been a pimp
Way to bvmmy for the drop
They gon love me till I'm him
Till I'm
Broken promises
I'm a try try to treat you better
Well better than Amistad
Jim crow laws is gone but there's an underline
It's right under the word
and he said "follow me"
I'm going crazy that's exactly what it's gotta be
He said "let's fly" so we took to the sky
He said "stop, look and listen pay
THE CLOSET WILL HAVE A VOYEUR VIEW
ONCE I CAN FIND YOU
Spoken: SORRY. OC-OCUPADO
UM- HI MOM. IT’S ME- UM-
I WENT TO THAT PARTY YOU TOLD ME NOT TO GO TO *You
predominant gut feeling is currently regret
Maybe it was the tollhouse in the brownie batter
Or by chance the biscuits and gravy's scented counter
Feel like
mine yea
But I feel a lone, cause we argue all night
Let's not fight yea
Don't want nobody by my side unless it's you babe
I can't imagine living life
become my inspiration (My inspiration)
Gloria where have I been? (Where have I been?)
All these years I've been listening to Jim
Get out of the way
mean to get graphic
But I am not amazed by the way that you rappin
Flow's so insane like a baddie of Batman's
Bet you'll call me Bane when I crack you in
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
winnin
It's Willie Mays, Centerfield and the 9th inning
I spit that truth so they try to silence me like John Lennon
Where do we go from here? It's all
it to 'em
Never slouching, not even on couches in the living room
And I feel like the world is ending soon
Is there any good or bad? Well that's
Put 'em in the trunk
Let 'em feel the sound
That they don't pop it
Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
invest money very often
Tip toe with this crypto
Feel like Jim Jones way I'm ballin
Big whale I make money moves
In that Opensea you a dolphin
Rest in
Dis way
Pls do not beg for a dollar
Dat turn me off,mi nah want yuh
Only Boss Type Gyal Inna Mi Bed
She play it like she SexCella
Wrong wit her
She know
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
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