Lyrics:
For the glamour
Got punchlines
Encrypted in the bars
Man I'm a good
Programmer
Can't have me an error
Syntax
I got to watch my
Grammar
If you don't
words of wisdom
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
A branch
words of wisdom
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
A branch
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
me head, while my flow going super saiyan
Niggas get killed over pussy, ion get it man
Pussy feeling good it’ll increase a nigga lifespan
Straight
about it ,
in their overturned machines where the Martians
DEAD...slain [after all man's devices had failed]
by the humblest things upon the Earth
fades to black”
Ain’t it sad, I don’t have an answer cause our life’s ruled by the higher man’s fist
Got good wit so I still advance quick, like tell me
hoping I was finished Now Im critically acclaimed by the same who doubt my Business
But Im sending you to hell to pay a little visit
Man i gotta go i
Ready? Yeah, you got a good level on it?
Aight
New York, New York, get bent, keep wilding
Stop smilin', but still
Don't nothin' move but the money
I'm sitting here lonely like a broken man
I serve my time doin' the best I can
Walls and bars they surround me
But, I don't want no sympathy
No
Da da da da
Once upon a time for the minute by the shape of the hour
The unify finds divide in the power you
He talk us in and work us way in
And the good book by your bed
And as your old man said
"Good friends, well you can count them on one hand"
And they'll never judge you
Whatever your crime
Letting go for the very last time
No reason left to fight
Is by turning out the lights
Your goodbye is goodbye is good, goodbye, yeah, ooh
Let me walk
to style us
Ask go, do you got a girl? Yeah, I buy her diamond rings
Fuck me till she rock my world, beat the pussy I'll be good
I'll be sure to take my time
all, me and you
You make me wanna stay around
She held a nigga down, stayed by my side, uh
Body lookin' good, shining so bright (so bright)
But I'm
something
But every time I'm out here riding I get pulled over
Doing the speed limit, tags good
And your gun out your holster
Of course I got an attitude my
this year, man
I guess we gotta move with the times
I miss the times when I was moved by the rhymes
Rap's dead. And if it's not then it’s dying
I feel
Imma fuck her wit a passion
Leave that lil pussy splashing
Have her twitching wit a spasm
Have a crying orgasm
In the streets im a mad man
In the streets
Had to do it by the book, that's Corinthians
Where you head girl? Can I come through?
All I need is time, we can kick it like Kung fu
Get a little lunch
Driving With No License Freak Hoe Taught Me That
Man You Worth clot Gotta Get Your Power Back
Driving Close Quarters Break Way That's Cardinal
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry (Wait a minute I know this)
Each time (What you did this)
Walk on by (Oh ho you know what
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
ass
Still Don't care about your fake gram
Are you a good human, how I rate man
don't play
I don't play
this ain't a station
In this arrangement
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