Lyrics:
your dreams then your end is near
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you, there's a war
If it comes not just too tall for you
You
body, can't get to the room
Yeah, we do it by the sink
Tryna to get lit
Get your cup
Yeah, pour up your drink
I got u off it
We gon' do what we do
We
[Chorus: Wale]
I call a spade a spade
What you want me to say,
Say I'm destined for fame, well I am very afraid.
Do you know what fame is?
If you
never the aim and the back is the front – homie left side up!
That's a concept
Misconception
Those deadly habits have me losin' my cool...
It's what
You ain't in boot camp anymore
We were taught to shoot our rifles
Men and women, side by side
Thought we'd be met as liberators
In
Whether a slave or rapper, it's all the same, you got culturized by a chain
But if we talkin' 'bout rappin' and who is the GOAT, put a photo by it with my
just chucked it for a bill
Baby by the field like we duffin' off a pill
And I'm wearin' Js, 150 for my sneakers
I'm tryna grow my hair, women
Say they
On the circle line forever going 'round
We love our children, not school down, open minds
We learn that happiness is the aim of life
Make for this city
Within
heaven
Don't you dream
What they've sown we'll reap, a curse of the seven
Don't you scream
Heavy is the price we must pay
For ancestors weigh
In the curse
feels like everytime I fucking do I get jinxed
Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks
Have went by, and we only spoke twice
I'm sitting in your
Naw, they can't stand me
Cause i see it for exactly what it is
And what it always can be
Man awww
They can't stand me
Cause I do it for the love, all
curve! We took a ramp to no-man's land
Hello? Is anybody home?
Is anybody givin' dome?
Serve me up, I want some
Buggface, Toe Jam
Frown your face up
clear
He may have them inspired
Eating out of his hands
But he'll never be ruler of this land
For myself I must see
What the hype is about
I
Them niggas is shinin', everythin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo
Yo, fuck that,
from the bottom, yeah, that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like 'em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up
tryna make up for what she ain't but
She's a saint, but so confused
Cause she's been rejected by all these dudes
That tell her on a scale of 10 she's
drenches
Cleared your park benches
Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless
Actor needs chiropractor, for cracked jaw
Yes I rocked, your chatterbox
you got
You got curves and I like that a lot
Get on up and shake what you got
Get on up and shake what you got
The way you moving is making me hot
Get
They can't question what we do Jigga
Once again it's on, Young run through you niggaz
Like a glitch in the computer nigga
I'm the shit, I'm a sewer
and life
There is no righteousness in your darkest moment
We're all equal in the face of what we're most afraid of
And I'm so sorry
For those who didn't
Dream is what you aim to be
Wish is what you want from me
Vision is what it grew to be
Encompass this whole dream to me
Make a wish what you want
I Don't Care About What You Wearing,
No Better Time For Sharing Than Now.
Inside We Are The Same,
We Don't Need To Have More That One Aim.
Through
Be like "now raw?" i’m outta here K-Dot got
That powder for years
So focused we aim straight
4 shots will knock off 6 braids
Been doing this since
eccentric 'cause I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a skunk, I ask
"What? What
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