Lyrics:
of getting richer
Then my homie Breeze set me down schooled me to the picture
I was with some wild niggas put me on the game
Told me if you tryin' to make
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
didn't even run, he walked away (bust)
'cause I let it sit that day
I wished I was there I would've clowned
But that's why we axed your bitch ass
Woah
Can't let external energies
Disrupt my serendipity
Literally
The world is your instrument
Vital like an organ
Once I clocked I was a free man kinda
can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Some where some where in the spirit of man
Parson:
#Once there was a time when I believed without
of the immigrant
In the beginning was a fear of the immigrant
He's made his home there down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He made his home
When Europe was still in the darkness
Our boats was big as the ark is
The cargo was gold-tip spears
And it sold by the load and it opened the market
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
Pokumon oh Pokumon what’s all the fuss about Pokumon
Was it the Kilted Karaoke Man from the Pokumon Clan
That started the game called
Pokumon
Let me
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggas don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star
you and me?
No!
It was a truck backfiring, comrade
That's all it was
Those days are over, neighbor against neighbor
There's nothing to be
you."
I dropped $25 over there
Say less I bought the beat
Bruh the next day I hand it back to him, "Pillow Talk"
Boom that was it
He was like "Nigga"
this
End up in the same game that we all play
Just to show that I'm the man that runs it
Cause I was never even in it from the moment I was born
Always
the day her father said
From the day her SS father
Said it was a bother
Black and brown, got him feeling down
Red and black, kick that bastard's ass
How
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
to be blessed
There's something above me, I'm just a God of what's left, cut the check
I was gone for a year off the fructose,
Contemplating putting
more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
Ain't with the shit black, I was young when I did that
There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back
game
And it's no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
'Cause I don't never be on that Elton Brand
It's YSL, she's fly as hell
Tell
the game, but once you get on top
Can you stay there?"
about them cats and robbers
Hustlin' them 16s I guess I'm still trapping on them
Rolex watch and I still ain't got no bachelor honors
Man was from
This one sounds like a game changer, all the pain and the stuggles what made us
Fuck being famous
I was young and gassed grinding hard just to by
a stroller buggy, I'm such a dummy
The guy next to her was her man and he said
“LISTEN BUDDY LOOK OUT, THERE'S c CcR McN!”
I forgot to look both ways when I
with this thug livin', will I escape prison?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance, and if you slang
Then you'd better
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