Lyrics:
Roamin this land gathering inspiration
Sittin with you would help me stand
Missed you thats duality I demand
Damn my mind on e I should fill up
Dime
made a monster
Now everyday's a game of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, don't fuck
to kill this
The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions but you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us
the people doubting Me, that I will never go and take
It
I have God right by my side
Gotta' have a lot of grit up on the Grind, work like I ain't got the Time
on da bill block
And mic before they get a mill I sold pills all night the illest outta life got
My mind on fate cause even I'm tour nigga still ain't
mind
Put my heart on the beat, every punch, every line
Fill up my bank, bitch I want every dime
If she on my side then you know she a dime, ten
What you
I've seen the ways of man it only leads to death
So I ain't going back I'd rather stay on track
Like Carl Lewis got a race to win
Pick my cross up
what's in the sky when you walk by)
Look
I
Woke up at abruptly at 9 like oh my God
To a call for my guy wit money on his mind
Hold up you won't believe it
with him
I prefer my bitches from Salem
Sip the witches brew
Make 'em hula hoop with the
halo
Mind heart and nose in the yayo
Lost my soul in a bet
I was
a flaw,I think at all so fast tht my mind race, ahead of myself a whole lap,
How wud u see im god if I haven't released a dios track,
Of course they
along, made right my wrong
You rubbed my lamp and you set me free"
He said, "You used one wish, and you got two left
Aladdin, tell me what's it gonna
nigga mind
The man I've become an what do I define
By default i've been livin'
In a steep decline
And the trailer park we up in deep run
We had low funds,
tell me to face it
Rather just run off and face up a blunt, uh
Listen,
I know you one in a million
Way you gon' run through my mind
Better move quick I
not don dada but I?
Believe – youngen’s explosive man
Through your bombs up
3-2-1 times up, Sqad up! holla
All I know… is
Is got my hustle on, get my
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
(Straight up)
Uh
Get your bag, get your cash
Take that beat, make a track
Down by twenty, bring it back
Light the matches, burn the pack
Go around
get up and go to war, every fucking day
Nothing can stop my forward motion tho', fuck out the way (inertia)
Suicidal, bad brains, I got that PMA
we're gonna fuck it up tonight
I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip
Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip
Waitin' for the grand finale,
we're gonna fuck it up tonight
I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip
Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip
Waitin' for the grand finale,
spent on my jacket it cost you brick
I got to the bread with out hitting a lick
I made it legit by taking them trips
You flexing the money I'm stacking
machine
Show no love ya must be outta
Ya mind if you think you
Got what it takes to put this
Mother fucking creature to sleep
That's right you? catching
Prada at?
I done blew a lot of money, got it back
Full of hate 'cause they not on track
My niggas
Scraping them polish, chasing them dollars
We all
A Chance,
I Made 1,
Put The Fam On,
Now My Name Up,
Get Ya Cake Up,
Watch’em Change Up,
A Nigga Timing,
Never Phased Us,
Lose Track Of Time,
Now Ya Phase
Yeah, ye...spit my gum out right now...haha
What up world? Got my insperation in the studio with me, right?...feelin' good
Got a lot to smile about,
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