Lyrics:
making a better mold
Look
I got a lot to do and I got a lot to prove
cause by the end of December, My albums due
Call me Kanye West cause Ill be
Bop! Bop! we been fighting in this war
Knock! Knock! there's some lions at your door
Chop! Chop! we been dying by the sword
That's the code we live by
with my eyes closed
Elizabeth let 'em live like a psycho
She just jealous of Nerobasta's tight clothes
If you demons want a holy war then
You're bound
that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns
I am a war general, seasoned in preparation
My jacket is covered in medals, honor and decoration
töte dich mit einem Leisen
Als dein erstes Album kam
Hab' ich aufgehört zu scheißen
Das hier ist keine Blähung
Das ist eine Bewegung
Ich hab' Soldaten
wonder 'kuthi uzoy' topper kanjan'i hit of imoto
Because imoto is crazy, mfana
Anyways, s'hleli lana, s'lindile Rags To Riches - the album
We're waiting
of the lust, niggas bustin' on us. Hit 'em up with
the buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' niggas on
the floor when I'm comin' through
Clearly, mankind cannot simply rely on its better angels to prevent War
We're not going to change human nature anytime soon
I absolutely agree with
world
It's too bad we can't live off hindsight
Cause I would be the smartest nigga living
It's amazing when that moment hits and you can feel your
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough
controlling the sums
Supplied the work in the northeast to Louis Vuitton
Had twin cousins in VA named Dolce and Gabbana
Pure live wires played with tons
fraud?
Looking in the mirror
Really feeling like a man at war
Take another sedative, hit the bed
Again then I fall, Then I fall
Right into the fog, brain
to avoid em
Them niggas dumping
He get up running and hitting on em
He hit the alley, get a body he dipping on em
Said it's on now
Try an kill em it's war
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
used to live in Dallas but he's not Dirk (Texas)
Strip club in the traphouse had a uncle used to make the pot twerk (twerk)
The biggest niggas always
Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?
like I hope he start paying tithes fore they hit him
Life life
Live life
To escape this treadmill first you gotta want brother
Live life
Live life
You
and laud as our gentry
Look back through the course of the centuries
Call it history bother to record it
But all it is, is the wars that we thought in
Who we
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
the +Imperial+ live niggaz
who consistantly blackout and rep for them wild niggaz
Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo' collateral
Gun blunt you, and rep for every thug
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
I need peace
Find my peace
My life in pieces
I'm tryna get a piece
Truth if you live by
You die by the piece
Please God, help me find my peace
I need
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
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