Lyrics:
on dangerous summers
We're just a thug nigga workin'
For drug dealers of neighborhoods
Run up by the age of 13
We was gunnin' and it was fun
To see the police
The world only know you by your worst mistakes
So spaz on they ass, that's the only way
Smash on the gas down Stony, ayy
Crash and come back with a swollen
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
Secrets of the ages
Reach my mortal ears
As I lie in Granite Meadows
The stream flows by
The robin’s cry is music to my ears
Strip it down bare back body
Which failed I went to jail at the age of fifteen
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not
frames
Chest flames, the hazy weight's connected
To the chest pain, but
I set a time for two ages
To meet the owned and
Try the crop land remanence
Then
the band
It was a really fun song
Rockin' Robin
Rock, rock
Rockin' Robin
He made me a cassette tape
And I wish I could find it
But at the end of the tape
Game like Sega
So her coochie always warm with it
Hot too cold just right she porridge
Start on the dresser end up on the floor with it
Pass me the rock
heaters passin by when a train blowing steam
Only worrying bout you're homies when they close to old age
Little house on the prairie, what a wonderful
a little
Sit in the cracks of rocks I'll show you my back so you can believe it, I am the lord thy God my face isn't seen, not by The living. I will announce
Suicide attempts at age eleven and psychiatric facilities
Pharmaceutical remedies for my iniquities
On pills and cages, locked up like a rat
Punk rock
Which failed I went to jail at the age of fifteen
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not
peace, divinest comfort
Ere by faith in Him to dwell
For I know whate'er fall me
Jesus doeth all things well
All of the way my Savior leads me
way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me
way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
world!
Yo on foreign land keep your toast up hot rocks
Catch a close up your snot box broke up
Land shark tryin to post up reptiles
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
tickets ain't straight, TSA your ass back
NASDAQ, IBM, the big honcho on the block
Bitch, I be him
The rock mega death, we gonna kill the Kane
Fuck
(Eightball)
What's the deal
What's up with a nigga, Eightball up in dis here
Fa real
Historic hits, nigga like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked
to enlighten
And I'm just that type-a, lyrical rhyme
Sniper, never a street fighter
But down for gettin' hyper
I'm a beat junkie brother, known by the emcees
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