Lyrics:
ride
Got to settle one old score
One small point of pride
Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon
We'll keep you from the sun
Ain't no bed will
be puttin it down
Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (n****)
He keeps it wicked by
We'll like to welcome why'all back to the club
I'm your host this evening, Mr. Tadah!
Ya dig, club Toe Jam, is once again off the hook
For ladies
Man I need them speakers loud yeah I need my speakers bumping
You know how I like my music need them speakers jumping
Turn the bass up all the way I
Man I need them speakers loud yeah I need my speakers bumping
You know how I like my music need them speakers jumping
Turn the bass up all the way I
The Oppressor Here
To Seek Solace By Means Of It's End
And We Must Redeem Our Own Selves Here
We Must Be Sure It Has No Life After Death"
We Will Comfort You
We
pay my dues
[Chorus]
It seemed so good
Yo we used to chill in the hood
You made me feel that tingle in my heart
Like no body could
And all the long we
model bitches yeah we like those
They just wanna know what kind of weed i smoke Stuffed crust russian cream yeah we light those
Please come get your man
like “what is this”
Penthouse, man, what a view
Never be one of you
Actin’ like you just got all of these rhymes
But we all know that you just wastin’
Quicksand
Written by E. Young and V. Ray
Dirt Road Movements, BMI
HOOK:
It's like running in place (It's what I'm feelin' like)
My heart's beating
need
Young man said the old man
Let the youth in your heart be at rest
We may all be dead
In a year or a day
When the devil is put to the test
I been countin' my blessings, writin' with no ending
Fuck defending pretending, man I'm ascending
Since childhood I been misunderstood
If I could
In this god forsaken place where bombs they fly like birds
Hear the soldiers all cry out, scream out their final words
One man is blown apart
Another
havoc
With no swagger yes he's that savage
Just cause we made a song together
Don't mean that you're safe (Nope)
Cause I've been taken advantage of by
started out, gettin' hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell
gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship
Lowkey I don’t even trust nobody
Gotta get this money by myself, no posse
Niggas in they feelings put a price on my body
I gotta sleep with an eye
please step in line
I just want your heart tie it up to mine
I ain't sharing you no with man
Focus my emotion wavy like the ocean
In my boat there's no
phones
Breaking and enter like who's home
I seen a nigga with no heart get outta jail by a loop hole
Ready my nigga we want war
Clapping it off with
Traitors In our media, and it’s getting’ hectic/
Every institution that we used to trust; it’s infested/
Seems like everywhere I look, Foriegn agents deeply
can't, the ones we'll miss all the way to the end
I know that I can't dream and dwell and keep living in my personal hell
Tortured by the things I can't
the NBA no wonder why we turned to shooters
Before we got this money acted like nobody knew us
Ima slum baby I go dumb if we get into it
Ima slum baby
explicit, hella vivid but my flow magic like a wizard
I'm with Paul, hell, all we need is a color-changing lizard
Now hold up Tobe, that's expensive, that's
Basement Norristown you was showing me crack
I'm like fuck what I did I was happy being with my brother
Ain't wanna leave ain't know the next time we would
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