Lyrics:
to the clouds
I don't wanna come down
I don't wanna come down
Out here working like a dog but we barely making ends
All these bills won't stop and these
you think you talking to
Baby I'm far from a fool
It's Team Eastside bitch we all
Play by the rules
I should have know his broke
Ass wasn't gone have
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Wherever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Come
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash, brought another bill
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Tell them other trenches that I ain't fell
I throw
soldiers, I thought I told ya
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We
up and go
Put it in my bag, get up and go
双手抱头 蹲下 不然被我爆个头
Kneel down with your hands up or I'll blow your head off
我把作品变为富二代们离不开的dope
My songs are
ain't bein' distracted by nothin'
Migits size to dekemba
I ain't back up from nothin'
Moms still stressin'
It ain't the kids its the bills stressin'
She
devils exist?
You don't know what death is
You don't know what death is
8: 36 niggas at my door ready to go
Here we go off trick or treatin' bro
Do re mi
Rolls, I got them Benjis
We gotta go, we gotta go, hop in the Ghost
Then I go ghost
Ooh, ooh
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now,
Don't think I found
Someone to replace ya
I'm on my way down
If you're on your way up
Where do I go from
Where do I go from here
Where do I go from
sent some bills to my Harlem homie
(I gotchu)
Put you on a sandwich mustard pork and anchovies
Broadcast your death on HBO like they did to Tony
You may
that you go through in between the wedding
And that till death do you part peace, you know
It seems like the marriage and the church is under attack
a vest)
Okay
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
Come gangsta
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type
Sampson is really mean
Bill Russell didn't take no junk
And Darryl Dawkins got a monster dunk
(To the hoop, y'all, yes)
(Ha-ho, here I go, face)
death
If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a different aspect
enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact
But beyond that, any rappers death
Death by automation
Death by the tap of a phone or a soulless machine
Human cutting down human
Nothing spared above or below the knees
Where will
the recipes
Damn, I got hella grease
I've been cooking up so much
This much enough to make me rest in peace
Enough to make it where my death announced
Enough
no place you won't go
To win one more time
You can bury me on Deadwood Mountain
By my brother wild Bill and sister calamity Jane
Don't bring me
by then these faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give why'all niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, niggas why'all know
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub
Who joined the Darktown Poker Club
But cursed the day he told them he would join
His money used to go like it had
M 54
Still Asthmatic
You turn me up on
My headphones a lil bit
Remember hammy downs from grandma crib
Still bag a bitch n a Walmart fit
I'm
In my feelings no one sees it, bills on bills keep pilling
No time for Beefing, it's my season, diamonds gat me shivering
Been trynna screw me that's
Somebody gon' get beat up quick
Beat 'em up beat 'em up just knock 'em down
Let it go down thass whassup drop 'em now
Beat 'em up beat 'em up just knock 'em
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