Lyrics:
reign on the top, short like leprechauns
I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms
And I came from the block, was flawless with ex-cons
And we
Smiths too frightened
They dashin' like some hyphens cuz I'm likened to a Lycan
Animorph by design, the wolf reigns with ferocity
Turbulence is heavy when
made it!
You fly out your lady, I fly out my ladies
Bitches can't front on the kid anymore, man they know what my name is
And if by chance she don't
Smiths too frightened
They dashin' like some hyphens cuz I'm likened to a Lycan
Animorph by design, the wolf reigns with ferocity
Turbulence is heavy when
a cousin named Ant
Dead, they say the young man only died by the head
The streets all we got it
Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype
Teach your son to like guns
the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out
there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
ever get there
See you when you get there
More temptation than faith, I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a boy
theses niggas PAC and BIG us
Fuck these niggas fuck these bitches
These kids turn wounds into wisdom, woods into kingdoms
Niggas stay true to religion,
a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's
of laboratories
Lookin' out the window like a labrador
To the bullshit I'm a matador
In the pulpit like God's son, not a daddy's boy
Cornered boar, carnivore,
Askin' me questions like, what do I believe in?
You, everyone used to say 'til the church lets out
That goes for you too
Everything ain't perfect but I
(I just like the sound of it)
Grr, ooh, ooh, boom
Grr, boom
Y'all do not know me, I shoot like I'm Kobe
That boy really tough on his doley
twenty sixes inches is a pretty low throne
Like kids playin in they daddy's clothes when he's gone
The clothes don't fit, and daddy's comin back home
stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then
of upper, long live the Oba
The present, the past like Evwuare the Great
One of the many Kings in the land of the brave (yeah)
Jamaica, hot boy land don’t
reigns like water from heaven to below.
Crush my earth, seeds sow, garden start to grow.
You know you've got to rise, though you like to flow.
You can't
you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust check
out us Illtown niggas
as a slave
Conspiracy is something like the twin towers
It’s no conspiracy when I say the world is ours
Summer reign
The rain keeps pouring down
On me
The rain
down I'm busted to the ground.
Kid's gettin' tough,
It's like a civil war, a proper war,
You better keep your ass behind that solid door.
Looks
a problem
(Drop)
Any flesh like kinda drama
(Drop)
Touch down whole crew mobbing
Kick in the door we came to wage war
(Ay)
Young boy getting real militant
I
lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the hell do you
Think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you
Think a kid like that is going to know
high, never mid
Barely know that girl from Adam why would I treat her like my rib
Do it big for the kids only know the one way
Make they future brighter
hustle on the block)
Uh, okay
Kool-aid known by colors, boy, we ain't no flavors
(Ain't no flavors)
We relate to Jesus, most my people born in
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