Lyrics:
Island of knowledge surrounded by the
Flow can’t bridge me
HOT ma man u can’t fridge me
I steal shines with con tracks
(contracts) can’t breach me
May
feel right//4
V1
I had to swerve or hit the curve /1
A vato always in the works/2
I been planted on this earth/3
I dug my way up out the dirt/4
Life
to the day I'ma die and I still won't even have enough
Brodie a villain, he walk in broad day with switch and he don't even have it tucked
Robbin' and killin',
Music is a spiritual thing
You don't play with music
If you play with music you will die young
I wan blow ooo
So many guys weh I know
Dem don blow oo
bows
4PM on a Thursday started drinking
Die up wonder if they sinking
Summer sun sinking Natty ice sinking in
Summer air and the grass got me thinking
niggas talk with ones
Stackin' chips, Harlem World lack no whips
I felt your pain bitch nigga shoot your brains
Four point six with MA$E that's four more
clean Panamera
Amateur Hanna-Barbera characters know they envy
The illest Hennessy Black sipper with loaded semis
You pick of the week, voted-in
duppy eyes
2 bad bitches clouds and skies
Raining swimming ocean eyes
Time for the third its on my mind
Four four four like whats your side
If that nigga
[Chorus]
(One) Gun go off, showin' everything is lost
(Two) Hold between me and you, these the rules, see'mon
(Three) Yo, we gotta stand together
and pour a four up
Pour a damn four up, I pour a damn four up, and go up
Lil' ass pockets, need to grow up (yeah, grow up)
Keep playin' with the gang
green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and I sell it
Aynjewl Faycc
I.Q.
You cant take nuthin’ from me
Only my life when I D-I-E
When I D-I-E i’n’t nuthin’ to me
You takin’ from the people
What um given
the Clair,
And we smokin' them green leaves, fuck with me now,
Oh nigga don't test rest, straight Leatherface in the place
On a mission don't be messin'
fucking chrome
Takin you to the year two thou'
How you like me now?
Keep servin' you with the pow
No time to think, my instinct's do or die
When I ride for
wanto to die by the hands of my own kind
Really to get true to the overdose and free my own mind, hell yeah
(Chorus - 2x)
(Z-Ro)
I no longer need
Hot Fire
Like I'm Spitting Facts
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Counting Numbers Like I'm Counting Bitches Everyday
I Got My Diamonds On Me
Look At Your Dirty
While you still sittin' in spots, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch
War steel gray, Lexus, GS-4
Desert Eagle metal
poison your ass, fucking hick-kid
Pest is ma friend, hit that hoe then shake hands
Hit her head with a baseball bat, then rip her a new ass
The four
these passive Klan-backing fascists
I have this list of wishes, beginning with bitch slapping
Marjorie Taylor Green back to the kitchen to do the dishes
Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß
a pig
Forever locked inside this bowl
IV Pools of Gold The Avaricious & Prodigal
Blind by shine
With ferrous eyes
Oh how my avidity
Sealed my bond
me along with my greens up like pot nickel
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't
fighter
Then my mommy sent me to the shop with some kroon and a list of 3 items
1 2 3 4 50 sente in my hand
60 sekondes
7 rondtes
8gte mekaar
9n wonder die
be with you!"
Then charged up, now i restore life like new batteries
While picturing a life where i see racks like nude galleries
It was two cents that
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