Lyrics:
Expected sands on the mic, son, but, yo', you got caught
By them brothers united, and we're not bling, bling
And ain't no stretch hummers and stuff
We
white hope
Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope
Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore
But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack
on the mic, son, but, yo', you got caught
By them brothers united, and we're not Bling, Bling
And ain't no stretch Hummers and stuff
We just doin' our Thing,
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
the universe had become a full circle
In high school I got my
Own robbed for guns sake
Where my homies drew the
Blueprints of the house
Leave my momma one day
I
to scold me,
My brother only,
Missed him for 6 years,
so Im raised by his peers,
But I love my mama dear,
So I chose a career,
Now I travel often,
Condos,
Two days after I turned my album in
I left her that was one short forever
Through the walls
Through the walls of heaven
Through the walls
Through
Artist : UwerMine
Album Title : Single
Track Title : Get It
Track No : 1
Riding with my brims low,
I ain't going fast on the streets
When I turn
put that on my brother, nigga, fuck it
Park my bucket next to whips that I'm supposed to drive
Nah, just let it run
I'm gettin' high, hope it land
He ain't poppin' like Uzi, he ain't icy like Yachty
He been rappin' too damn long, when he droppin' an album?
He put Playboi Carti on, then that
H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't
people feeling out of place
I'm working on another album mate so grab your calendar and count the days
Time's ticking on simpleton rhyme spitters
the shoe box
I got bank accounts
Things that I own up
A nice guy, but don't cross me for no push ova'
Remember high school days, winters was colda'
you know what the fuck this is
Nose all up in my biz
Shit, get up off my dick!
Once again, it's the brother with the god flow
Livin' like there's
Still shaky from the jump
But my soul was good to undertake what was to come
New era and a new day
Clean slate to start again with my family
18 years
in on your worst days
I want you out of my head space
You gave me feelings I can't erase
You took my soul and created a dark place
Because of you I
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
rocking microphones
Sin, sin
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes,
I do
Yeah, they all told me not to choose you
But by then, you already had the title
And this will sound a little unusual
But I kind of see you as my
the rights of a human being, to be respected as a human being in this society
On this earth, in this day
Which we intend to bring into existence by any means
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