Lyrics:
Many hope to be the best, oh
Cannot fuck with me just yet, though
J.I.D the closest thing to me
C'est la vie, my vocal range putting
Blood stains
blood the same way, they really did that (yeah)
I'm gettin' money and she know it (and she know it)
I know that backdoor closed, but I've been out
know
Old empty farmhouse it's seen better days
Going unnoticed in the sun's morning rays
Long hours of sweat and blood just to make ends meet
Early
door and looks in."
"When the hell do I get something out of this?"
It's down, it's down with the clown
Fuck fat bitches and charge by the pound
I gets
yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for
us
And walk no longer in darkness
We belong to Him, we belong to Him
Crucified right by His side
Bought with a price through one sacrifice
We belong
lashes
Our life-long love
If you saw the past in the rain
Would you repeat it over again
The rays embrace our heads
Ритм юности ритм наших сердец
If you
I hope to be there by the morning
And see this pining all transforming
Into the arms of the Georgia sun
Savannah
I'd love to feel the heat
picking poison
Nails & blood bought something for us
Handle like grenade with caution that LOVE
There is no trickery embedded in
Grab you that book to know
Movie on my neck with the screen gems
Me and my nigga havin' bottle wars
Forty thousand on the floor when them bottles pour
Spill, nigga, a Blu Ray
who did not stick by me
Post with G23 strapped with miami heat
I just took half a X it might put me to sleep
Sommer Ray got that ecz
It ain't bothering
One day, you said
Hey Ray, Take me on fucking holiday
Somewhere down by the sea, but some green
Good food, good booze, with two dogs and good tunes
(Murda)
They know I'm a ride with you
Pull up on that ave in somethin' hardly average
Hope I got no problems with you
'Cause I know how to bag
and (Grace)
Saviour from heaven sent Healer soaked with His blood by (Grace)
Blood bought clothed, look at the good life given to me by (Grace)
He is the reason
dirty I do it by myself
With love
I don't look very nice without my skin-on
Electronic B-boy
Moths flutter around head
Rock x-ray goggles
Sucking
the seal with my day ones
On my neck that's a chinchilla
Ride around with a ray gun
Staying fresh not a stain on me
Got back pain from the chains on me
Got
(I feel like everytime I start these tracks)
(Somebody hit my LINE)
(Imma hit yo LINE)
Seen a ninja moving on the low, by the wave side (Splash)
deny
Every day we hustle just to get by
The rich get richer the poor stay poor
Open your eyes it's a class war
Politicians bought selling our fate
Greed
they ain't give me shit, nigga
Fell out with my blood, but it happened out of love
Made a lot of shootings happen, I was ridin' 'round with thugs
hearts
Marching towards the eternal night
Our silhouettes cloaked by darkness
Breaking the chains that shackle us all
Golden rays turns to dust
Cancel the apocalypse
cartons of the milky way with pictures of a missing planet
last seen in pursuit of an American dream
this fool actually thinks
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
Send blood hounds
trying to be me
Yo my life is like a scene by the Duplass Brothers
Creator of Time said I can’t reduce these numbers
At times my brain glitch when it do it
the game where you guess if inventions were made by Black.
We are here with our guest Ms. K. cre you ready to play
I am ready, as the kids say.. No Cap
Ok,
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