Lyrics:
Wonder why Malcom X made 'em shake
I'm Making my days count like I'm (Muhammad) Ali
Martin (Luther King jr) would b ashamed by the hate
That's why I'm jus
trynna fuck me raw with no Plan B
Nah, that's a no no (yeah)
Yeah
Stomp a nigga in my 4s
Real nigga to the core
Why these niggas moving salty and jealous?
Without having to fake it
One thing about this world
Is that peeps have different faces
Can't be me
Realized a lot by the end of my adolescence
I try
hold more power than a sword
That must make me King Arthur
Carry my pieces
And let my god be the author
How you go farther
Nft can we still barter
Enter
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
baby. I'ma be my boy
Used to be a schemer, boy. Got your love in my blood
I shoot that shit right up. I'll never overdose
I love you to the comatose.
changing my style
Then and now, before that was all that
Fall back, official is what you call that
I be that Third Coast legend
Dirty South icon shuttin'
fantasies, and your dreams
Believe in me, I will fulfill
Now you know, how I feel
Now baby, tell me, how do you feel?
Boy I feel like this just can't be
Okayyy It's time to be real let's be clear
Out of all of the artist out here
Yeah that nigga Kidd he up there
And if I'm not it's hater in here let's get
to inaugurate
My PE conglomerates bout to p-e-e on any wanna b-e, weak MC
Air 'em out or leave 'em empty congratulate the semi-auto
Fire flame spitter like
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
a bad rcmance fix hair, gives
Caught in a bad rcmance
Boujour mes amis! okay lets be Fashion!
Walk, walk, fashion, baby, Work it
Move that chicks crazy
planning
And then once I plan them
They can't leave my focus
Talk to Manny
He know how it feel
That's why that's really my brudda
We identify with each other
Love on agape I never could lie
With you by my side often times I realize that
I can’t even get it through my mind
The thought of you not being by my
bulletholes - is
How you'll be found
The smell of your blood is smothered
By all the gunpowder around
You'll become another chump in one of
My stories that I
You made my soul a burning fire
You're getting to be my one desire
You're getting to be all that matters to me
And let me tell you girl
I hope
us it must be chemical
If I give you a baby I cut the cord that Imbimbal
You know playing but I'm playing a lot I been playing to your spot to play in
©2008 Greg Sczebel/Soultone Publishing (SOCAN)
I don't believe we've met before
But then again, I guess I can't be so sure
'Cause maybe I passed you
on)
Baby, turn around
And let me see that sexy body go bump, bump, bump
The way you're throwing that thing at me (yeah, come on)
I can't take it
on)
Baby, turn around
And let me see that sexy body go bump, bump, bump
The way you're throwing that thing at me (yeah, come on)
I can't take it
a couple a years
I told my doctor I ain't missed a single day through my tears
She said that I'll be off em soon, and it ain't safe to do it quickly
I know
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
oh
Just be by my side
Just be by my side
Just be by my side
Just be by my side
Just be, baby
Be by my side
Just be by, just be by
Just be by my side
by my side
(Oh, baby) baby (if you cared anything for me)
Then you woulda been sincere
And I wouldn't be in tears
And love woulda brought you
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