Lyrics:
not
That american rhyme black ice feeling top tier
Rain coming down boy I promise I will not slip
Whole Ozone burned up by the flow I kick, so sick,
the club, but can we brag now? Now Black lives just had to die to get a flag down And my rap is up the map in southside Atlanta Was just a cell ? 50 years
a bah"
"This program is brought to you by Snacky S'mores
The creamy fun of s'mores in a delightful cookie crunch"
"Mom, somebody's at the door"
"Coming
flonting, rae', it had to go down
Killers be coming for your neck, when you wearing a crown
4-5's and ak's, kids ready to spray
The cats got nine lives from
collabora-tion
[Chorus:]
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just
can't stand
What should I do? I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door
down already smoke up by a pound
So come along come out your home open the door ay watch that chrome
Window down thirty round fuck a smile always keep
the dark climbs out
Lives Jesus HOLY revived what I rhyme bout, Uh
It get deeper than rap
Jesus the only being undefeated in fact
Really God in flesh keep
caught
Took her Gucci now she say she want more
I got bitches coming through in 4s
Cause they like the look of my 4 by 4
Stepped out the g6 3
Diamonds
can't be out here with dumb hoes
I went broke a couple times
I was up by the time the sun rose
Fuck this rapping shit i spend the summer counting up these
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
down of blinds
I sit and wait to be eroded by time
When the words I write fade off this page, you'll see
I can't keep you with me but I'll fight to keep,
out the stops, no need to tease
Your MC's come in their 2's and 3's
Try to dismiss, sucker MC please
You never come close to vibes like these
I got more
One by one
They're coming undone
Nee nor nee nor
Then bang down your door
Think we're clever
And we think they're dumb
But you better watch out for
and small talk
Same as our day off
From clock in to clock out
Broke from spending all our time trying to get away
It's getting close to 3am
If I'm
the world is gonna burn
Everyone should get a turn to light it up
Down and out, I've been on the rocks
I've been having some pretty dark thoughts
Yeah,
and again I'm a go for a 3 peat
I keep a pipe in the front seat, hop out get shot in yo shit on front street
Aye, gang shit no flamethrower but I flame shit,
the K on my hip
When I put it in her face
I am not tay k I will never run the race
I’m a private school baby that’ll never catch a case
Coming up with
nineteen-eighty-three
Clocked out locked on up
He was waitin' by his pickup truck
Wrestled her into the back seat
Drove through the dark toward Alligator Alley
Daddy
a iller noise out a Speakerboxxx
No One As High As I
Dreaming of the sky while I was on the ground
Now I'm on the rise & I'm never coming down
Man I was
You ever seen three million cash nigga, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off
shit hop out
Cant get it off with no drive by
Them hollow tips a turn your off white into tie dye
He levitated from them shots
He a real fly guy
Her name is Roxanne
She's good to hang out
She's down with the boys
Her name is Roxanne
She'll be in the park or down by the shore, drinking,
When I open up the door and I step into a floor
See me running down the way
To another place I'll stay
In this room there is a door
From another
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