Lyrics:
on the mic and going loco
Got juice up on this track but I could kill it solo dolo
Walter White this bitch we moving product on the low low
Bong hits by
to make great tracks someone gonna notice
Dreamwalk like Olsen
Snap like Thanos in
My infinity with trinity
You feelin me this scenery
Is seen by
my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news, tellin the truth
Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes
Watchin me
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I'll never be quitting
I'll only be winning
Been praying to God, man, I been sinning and sinning and sinning
I eat competition
24/7 I
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's been a few years
We still here
My man KV
Been with me since like day one
The first tracks back when I
what you seeing is the man
Been the man in Japan
Keep the blade up in my hand
Flip a track with just the Mac
Keep one posted on my back
忍者s Wanna peep
There's a party going down and shawty you're invited
Tell 'em J.V.K.C. there and thotties get excited
Blast this track on all the speakers and they
saying damn
Y'all niggas copy niggas tracks that shit be
Watered down
This whip too fast I hit the gas
That bitch be burning tires
We finally won lets
raid the airwaves
Catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade
Track slasher
Manufacture poems
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
whole family
This technique that we speak seeps inside the devil's teeth
Now you're body's been breached by the seven-dotten priest
Stop the lyin, all
out? Famous and trendy.
In people always have to smile in Vogue
They only travel by Concorde
Doing things you can't afford.
They are the fashion
Shalack
Flashdance on 4th Disciple tracks,
They off the meat rack
The combinations's like one in a million
Puerto Rican quarter bizillion
Seven wise men
around
Kemba bars yeah they got the shimmy leave you outta bounds
You ain't got no money that's the labels sit yo' ass down
Seven figures independent
This it right here homie!
7 8 7 haha!
They told me to get my swag up!
Blood raw is that you?
I dun see no other way
Ah OK Bro
Na what I'm
This it right here homie!
7 8 7 haha!
They told me to get my swag up!
Blood raw is that you?
I dun see no other way
Ah OK Bro
Na what I'm
eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye
Street melt into one
He'd stay right on track
Being passed from scent to scent like the baton in a relay race
Spurred on by the aromatic blending
be a single track, unconsciously the rules broke
My shit too good to leave out bit by bit
Brought them asses to some water, they couldn’t help but sip
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Tych którzy są przy nas latami tych
Nie doceniamy lub nie dostrzegamy już potrzeby by mówić im jak każdy z nich
Wiele
We made it through
We made it through
We made it through, oh
We made it through, oh
Bongo by the way
I feel alive, I feel alive
Like I can
ring your bell like a cow
Deep in the trenches
I ain't even think I was
Gonna make it this far
Track on seven of seven
No lights but I'm racin' this car
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