Lyrics:
Don’t worry, It’s cool
I’m just tearing down the walls
I think I lost the plot
But I think I found the sauce
What that? Of course
We just rubbing out
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
is workin in a crackhouse
No man alive can withstand the kane flow
I kick so much flavor that my shoes look like a rainbow
You need a whole lot
girl named Keisha
She's no groupie
Be far from the stars
22's made her choose me.
Like
Telling all her friends in the Benz
"He don't really look 16
I just look my Nigga in his eyes
Said I Can't let you down
Bro 'nem patched me up with a Ten Before I hit the ground
Baby he got readers and writers
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
long
I would like to change things but I'm one man alone
I am one man alone
And if you are worried that there's nobody by your side
Take a look around,
pay the bills do it by any means
Shorty seein more pipe than a back alley crack feign
Slide car no Mario
Four mans in barrio
No good scenario
Play look
clothes and my shoes look like shit
Couldn't understand, they don't look in my direction
But the money made it make sense, they look in my direction
It's
to the party) (burn them)
Black out when the thing do ding
Ama shovel you down man in 4 seconds (its boogie in the party)
Oga Wetin Dey
Wetin Dey
Wetin Dey
Wetin
on the force to afford it)
I don't want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies
man it's too much for my stubbornness, I hate the people runnin' shit
now if
time to blossom
Common sense can win at last
Don't mask you true
Start breathing new
Ain’t gonna be the odd man out
A lonely prisoner
Taking on the lam
hear the words
Prayed by my old man
He said, God I don't have much
Can you help me please
I'm down to my last dollar
You've got me on my knees
Help me
a million stairs
I've been thru hell, you gotta feel me
Man this street shit they don't love nobody
They killing children
Man, this streets ain't for nobody
TV’s
And the preacher man says
Blessed are the idle
Blessed are the repressed
Damned are their children
Crushed by their own stress
Blessed are the well
of the man that took it all from him
Pobresito thought he'd met some hypocrites
But they don't compare to anything like this
Up and down the walls there
don't matter to me
You ain't gettin' on tonight by battlin' me
The streets won't forgive you man, them guns go blam
Have you crawlin' up the wall like
days more Donald than Trump is
That Boy he gone tell dont you test him
Cant thank the school for my lessons
Feel like OVO Born By the pumpkins
Bitch look
the one piece
Look at my wrist
You all be dead by half past two on my time piece
Get chefed in the night Ting
No Bruce Wayne but mans get Robin
Mans down
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
I can look into your eyes
And you rebuke the bullshit and the lies
All those people who told me how to be a man
Well I don't want to follow them any
teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pocket
My man who just did a bid said you haven't tried it don't knock it
I wear the rings
the lizzy
Boss man like birdie
I Ain't tryna grind til im 30 (Nah)
Mana gotta get gwop early
On a mission like Percy (Jheeze)
Jackson better be down for
rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week
Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in
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