Lyrics:
the Pro Football Hall of Fame.
In the Buckeye State, it’s a popular game!
Oklahoma is known for the wild rodeo.
There the cowboys put on a real western
Game of Thrones
You was at home on your games console
Them boys still in the Sunday League
You ain't touched the field and played it pro
It's all
Check, look
All I see's snake eyes hidden in faces
That face us daily force feed us poisonous broth
Don't try toss die the cost of this games
More
stick up your chaperone's
It's a dirty dog world, say it louder
Every Friday I'm bein' chased by Craig's father
That's why I'm on the low like pro
And my
and DOOM been pro
Mask before Corona hit
Legacy, so solidified that you
Can plank on it
Your only gun's in your burner account
Bank on it
You talking about
catch a drain And you know it's a fucking shame When you in this game Trying to sell to a sprung lane I control your brain Now do my niggaz, bust glocks,
Call me a pro in the pussy category
Had explicit experiences I shouldn't mention
For me, getting women turn from sport to addiction
Powerful women
Yeah yeah (Eddie Franco)
Hello
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah yeah
I'm trying to go pro bowl yeah
I was moving slow-mo yeah
Woah yeah
I feel like Uzi in
City in the sky, such a desolate dream
Paradigms in lives had to burst in the scene
I couldn't see
So far away
(Walking round these pro-, walking round
In the game we pro with that
21-0 no cheat code for that
My nigga we cold like that
It's 4-5 soldiers in that culdesac
Where they bump that Sosa
clean out!
Headed off to America to follow the dream, putting the same work into a new regime
Backed by all the Irish and MTK, in Madison Square Garden
depict in their gangsta fairy tales
Like instigators that don't start shit
I better connected than apartments multiplied by condominiums
My lyrics be that
To the states, I'm collecting my pay
Blast off then I'm back to the K
Hold it down so my family straight
Represent in a family way
Pro ball not for amateur
I was warned
I was warned
Nigga blinded By her beauty
I was told
I was told
She be in these streets
Baddie ruthless
Now I'm cold
Now I'm stone
Keep
To dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor
And take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore"
Her subsequent screams seemed
propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers
pro 'Raq (I'm from the 'Raq)
I'm motivation for the trenches 'cause I'm Pro-Black (Pro-Black)
We don't know limits so we don't play by the rules
How
To dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor
And take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore"
Her subsequent screams seemed
My speakers is knocking, my pockets is heavy
I'm checking my phone, stopped by the 7-11
In the parking lot chilling, I'm just counting the extra
I'm
barely survived
Saw a squad roll up, in a brand new ride
Tried to shoot my shot, but I got denied
Respawn van, yeah, I'm back in the game
But got sniped
Over by the bar sippin' on dranks
Shawty tap my shoulder tryin' to arrange
A little after-party at her place
I ask what we doin' she tells me
Let's
I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See I can tell by your
the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will
Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes
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