Lyrics:
Williams booty
face like Stacy Dash
Azz like a Spalding
I'm ball hoggin' ain't no pass
throwin' paper at her
like bullies in class
azz soft as cotton
talk to me
Ain't entertained by these bitches please get these hoes off of me
They all the same let them know that they can't get what they want from me
cracks
My man bruck, divided like mash ??
If Russ is moist, moist why any time
I buck perks, they do cab by choice
In the flesh you ain't got a voice
Chat
right there by Silverlake
I’m the only nigga in that area
But I’m from Detroit where it’s shady bruh
So many ops, wanna bury ya
So I carry the
Whole city
flat, is still a blessing
Slowly letting go of my materials and all of my possessions
I'm a product of the universe and that's why I share my essence
This
And I just want to dance with you across the rooftops
And waltz amongst the stars until they drop
And throw them back, throw them back
One by one
You
cutthroat
Failures & Father Time made a way that I must grow
I'm much mo than artist
Speight Williams or Harkless I'm sharp and using this art as a cathartic
a trucker
let alone the skills I possess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I possess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two,
shaped you?
Do you fear being shaken by the shoulders like an etch a sketch
Being mugged for your memories? I do
They are my first most prized possession
Puff like Rick Williams call me Miami Dade runner
Days of plunder for a pirate, that's OK, gunner
Dashin' through the field by trees, call me the blade
Kodeks przemierz ciężkim osiedlowym butem
W końcu w kosmos wysyłam swoją nutę
Byś mógł to poczuć kochasz tą nutę
Po Głuchej nocy PC Parkowe gnoje wszystkie
a rhyme
I get uptight when I am around people
Who can't feel the vibe and the scene ain't equal
I ask myself why when they pass me by
They act like
The officer dem charge you fi possession of a weapon
Plus the ammunition, that's another felon
Plus you're wanted in connection with a murder" (wah?)
"You
Lord Please forgive me, addiction has over cane
A Fiend for Money, Power I'm victimizing the game
I'm inchin by towards the flame, I'm wobblin
Born in a one horse town
Amongst the lost unfound
William Bonney found a different way
He stole a gun one day
Through childhood years he played
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
green shit, to ease my tension
My rap sheet is long as soldier's gun possession
Not to mention, spittin in mics; the kid's profession
Movin crowds give my
that went by
See as kids we never listen now i pray to get signed
So the kids could really listen to the way that i rhyme
I find a way to show these
We've been reachin' milestones
My dial tones are probably followed
By Robin Williams number
In the summer we gon' be stylin'
On all the non-believers
You were raised by too many men
Better known as your mama’s friends
In a trailer park
Just off a William Clarke.
Daddy Lived down in a neighbour
by the twos for the vanguard
Just a little Common Sense and a lot of competition
Took me from a Lost Boy to a freestyle event
Over Swiss Beats bled
May these words be bridges over rivers angered by storms
To get you to the other side
You'll realize in your hell is where your heaven is born
Just
a way
Treat yourself with more love and more care
Love the child you are inside
That's a dare
That's a dare
Old William Shakespeare once put it this way
move I make is calculated - No mistakes
There's no debate - Why hesitate to break these snakes
I fuckin' hate the way this world is run by pedophiles
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