Lyrics:
What does the world really want from me
I did the time and reap what I sowed
But it hardly seems,
Walked in my father's jeans
And to hem
Every time
On the streets, in the club, everyone's preoccupied
Living lives that are so out of touch
But you and I, we gotta let ourselves go
Break free from
I'll always know her by her shape
Between the night and day
She comes to me in glimpses now
As fleeting as a word
Flashes bright and disappears
My
nigga, don't get it fucked up
36 O's, still do the front tuck
How could you ever think that
Rap had me pumped up
When that powder white come
In by
malaria come to ya area
You couldn't touch my style with Hands Across America
I slaughter, spit in your water like Kidd homes
Leave you need orthoscopic
collapsed on me
What they did to me I do to them
Here it comes a cold revenge
You're the one you've always have been
Taking trips to Berlin With a wild grin
collapse on me
What they did to me I do to them
Here it comes a cold revenge
You're the one you've always have been
Taking trips to Berlin With a wild grin
Intro Talking:(Rico Savelli)
Street Gospel,
8016 N Mark st,
Bkessin Come In All Shapes And Form Nigga,
Tampa Fl 33604,
Use Your Brain (Yea)
Street
Dear Tyre
I'm so saddened by news of your death.
It's not fair that you were taken away from your family in such a brutal and senseless way.
You
Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle
Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel
Twin dick-sucks for me and my son
That's
of the tissue
My proof is in the sales and streams
A dangerous thing to give me a platform to yell and i scream
Saying I’m just trying to make this come true
in the streets
Play with yo h** we gon deep
Cuz we straight from the ghetto uh
And you can see
Fresh head to toe
How we go you can't be in the middle
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
From the south of London
We're from the trench, streets look like dungeon (Slums)
Bro's in the bando whippin', burner by his side, no Bunsen (Whip it up)
island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense
I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
No looking back
Spaceships don't come equipped
With
how I couldn't keep it from coming on
I want you so much in this wild desert heat that it's scary
But I know I have done so much that could be
I just wanna be a real nigga
See that's the way I was raised
Mentality from my family passed down back in the days
Ever since a youngin' if you ain't
From rags to riches coming from the streets.
Wore shoes from Payless playing sports ‘cause mom couldn’t afford the cleats.
Times like that made me
wrist or designer fits
Stand for the struggle I'm co-signed by them
Cause we was forced to find comfort in a hell hole
Went from walk-i talkies to talking
can't move
Spaceships all on my feet these ain't shoes
She send me one my selfies and say mood
Cops killing us in the streets we can't move
Then wonder
from the old world so green
Counterfeit ticket in to JFK in the land of his dreams
Street life's the only life they take a walk in the park
Even
and your welcoming heart opened to joy and nurture; are signs of your kindness for the things around you and your wellbeing inside.
Breathe in from your
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
the weed
I ran wild deep in the game off of change
Nigga bitch won't fuck 'em nigga won't kill me
But its all in the game
See pop was too busy doin' his
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