Lyrics:
But what about the fans
That only listen to content
Take it to the street
If its hot we got heat
Its cold outside
Dont you get it what peace
Be
the bar
I asked, why doesn't this place have its own PA the place definitely has a big enough stage that could fit a 4-piece band?""
The place had flat
see the face
I prefer a deeper take
Don't like for no middle man to mediate
So I insulate
From the fickle-minded dialog that people say
Start
on the streets the grounds comfortable too
Cut to feel the pain that I've mentally induced
I love you- why you got to be so rude
I would do anything for you
Every time imma preach, I will refer to this
It's a long journey to be at the gates of bliss
On a daily, I try not to miss the mark
My shortcomings
take you inside the bank via live link
Let's listen in
Hands up
Everybody freeze
Open the safe pour the money please
Need to race home
Gotta count
homie the clown in the project’s mountain don’t drink from the water fountains don’t talk to strangers it gets dangerous it gets retartrd innocent
by
(Oh yeah)
I'm'a live and die, that's by the sword (Oh yeah)
Wanna hold our faith and find the cause
And I don't want no remorse (Yeah)
In the studio I'm
body bagging
Damn you just got done by a Youngen, that’s toe tagging
Half these god damn rappers they
Capping, no capping (No capping)
Gotta stay for
we puffin' that Bob Marley
Tore it down with my brothers from the stage to the booth
Hip Hop, you the love of my life and that's true
Words
gold?
That's a stupid-ass question motherfucker, is Canada cold?
Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is
Five thousand degrees hotter than
rapper is technique and charisma
Kikky been a badass, she kicking their asses bad
Tha Dawg been through phases to get on the next stage,
I hope Abedi takes
She open legs for joy
Her lipstick, kiss marks on my corduroy's
She lick the wrapper like it's, Almond Joy
I come nasty on that beat like a celibate
to get by
That's what you need to stay high
Combi ya tei na mamanzi, you might die
But combi ya tei na mamanzi ndio inadai
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu
Father up above, can the smoke get much darker
A crown is just an ornament attained by the glory bent
My past self surely did that's just how the Story
The warriors, trained since they were babes
Noticed the change in elevator music that the other passengers let pass by
Elbow to elbow with no place to hide
live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you
Smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did
dropped Lil Mama out now lets see where it take us
I’m on beats by LOAD right now and I’m on
Super sonic erotic writing some nautical songs
Big facts
Let's go to benihanas I'll take you out that drama yo ex boy get shooked like whoop
whoop whoop i got em lookin right like I'm the king of uganda. Baby
Disappointed this has to be brought up or even mentioned
But I'm tired of half assed writing by marks in question
Who misunderstand tension and run on like
anymore
Uhh forever sore, feelings of nevermore
Stuck on that one stage, been tryna go on a tour
Winning but you stressing, you thought you’d be up by
of life, get a knife
Stick me in my heart till I
Bleed this time
Right by my side is my phone
That I'm gonna hide from all of
My lies. Fucken survive, get
when you take me on a city tour
Up in the car with the butterfly door
Kind of scared though, your speeding but the road ain’t what your eyes on yeah
I say turn it up niggas don't think that I done enough
Pick up the flow and the bag let's run it up
Smoke a blunt, take a shot young nigga doubled up
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