Lyrics:
Bobbito's in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit
why'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
As we face the sun
Know your number one
We gon make it all the children of the world
Corrupted by the radio man we blindin
You was searchin for
Yea my neck cost an EmmV
My wrist costs 2 EmmVs
We fucking bitches by plenty
Gotta raw one with no plan b
Walk around in my Fenty
Let it swang cuz
Russell wearing every ring, yeah
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Fuck it, I ain't gotta say it, you can tell by my demeanor, let's go
They will
ones can’t wait to tear into those perfect bows
Ah, let ‘em I suppose - it’s only at Christmas
Christmas Eve will find us baking cookies for the man
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
on a bridge
And if Eve was conceived from a god damn rib
Then the meat in our teeth have gotta be the kids
Fuck, man it just is what it is
When the biz put
James Brown said it
This is a mans world
Cant have Eve without Adam
This is a mans world
Got da whole world on my shoulders
This is a mans world
U
on the radio
He's the deejay, he's the best
He's playin' all my favorite indie pop
Man, he's playing my request
Radio revolution
From the front seat of my beat
a bullet in my own head, it's my death
So when twelve o'clock jump on eve of 11/9
Suicide
Just as I thought, a bright light
Greeted by friends
air
(cye they need air)
White flags push until you reach there
(Til you reach there)
Trouble on the news and on the radio
(On the radio)
If you deep
in he encased em
Donuts man u gotta glaze em
Edit this song like Im Sypher
XXL this song for the cypher
Ninja man known before to be Hyper
Bullets aint
month of the year
Mama killed me in some Jordans
I'm a different breed
My brother man
Please set him free
They gotta set him free
They keep on killing us
right by
Yuh Yuh
Olay gotta get up and fly
Okay yeah I been in my mind all day yeah
Trying to figure out what to say yeah uh
I feel like yeah yeah, I feel
Pardon me, do you have change for a quarter?
I gotta make a phone call, thank you
Oh, I hope this woman don't take me through no changes today
'Cause
I know, I know)
Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders
You were there
When it got heavy, I held it
You were there
shine
Lifetimes, go by in a flash
In search for love, in search for cash
Everybody want to be some fat tycoon
Everybody want to be on a tropic
Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say
Christmas Eve is coming soon
Now you dear old man
I'm paid
I miss those days when I missed old days
And this Coldplay, one man band
Stand don't fall, a one handstand
I'ma front those grams, come
Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way
Hold my Tec, 'cause my niggaz pump by day
Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night
Niggaz
Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way
Hold my Tec, 'cause my niggaz pump by day
Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night
Niggaz
extend it no further
You can go as you pleased
Not a man moved
Their eyes gazed straight ahead
Till one by one
They stepped back and not a word was said
black man holds nine, Gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H
Be the light of Shamar, work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
Adapt bars snatch stars and detach large
stacked
Suits try to trade, they all need some help
Heels pass them by, man, a corporate farce I skip
Whistle like you know, man, gotta hone those skills
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