Lyrics:
Hope you get hit by a fucking bus
(Fame won't protect from that)
I'm not playing Zach I think you acting sus
(Fame gon' make my old self turn to dust)
Play- the best to never do it,
Q-Zino- son of an cngel that tamed a streets general,
I asked MG- if he'd wife an amputee-
He said there's just something
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
Feeling trapped by my music, verbally abusive to those that I love
Ready to explode like Alka-Seltzer straight down the throat of a dove
Hear the irony,
rattling inside that mind like loose change
I know I’ve lived a lifetime of mistakes
2 decades dwarfed by just a couple days
Seen sore losers battle tooth
songs resonate
Resonate in hearts all around the world (yes, God)
Let Your presence that we house in this room
Let it be on every lyric, let it be
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
a xan to swallow,
when Im off them
hoes it makes me
feel like a whole million
dollars, (whole million dollars)
if you wanna book me boy thats
a whole
Walker bottle standing extra tall
Finished that in one night
This the life we live
Not for granted got to do it right
No time to sleep in
Enough of us
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
Walker bottle standing extra tall
Finished that in one night
This the life we live
Not for granted got to do it right
No time to sleep in
Enough of us
I'll say it again and again and again
Please stop the pain
I'm telling you
My heart can only break
In so many pieces
But that’s where we are once
What makes you think I need you
What Makes you think I want you
What makes you think I'm gonna
Do what it takes to please you
Classy Silhouette:
Hood
I pray to the lord he looked on his son
And gave me a way I can use
Thats why I keep doing music
And Honestly nigger it is therapeutic
With time I
the bread I make I keep it all saved in the bank
Don't need no help I play this by myself ain't talking masturbate
Go head and introduce me, I ain't never met
chauffeured by my boner
Know what it’s like to be hard driven
Gotta fuck the world I wanna be abroad
Excuse a boss took it from a dad that never had time to be
a dime, because we can't compare
A- a- actually, you ain't that good at this music reality
I broke my bones like I got a fatality
I'm still the same little
live, we didn't ruin
Save Mama Africa, yeah that's what we doin'
Afro-American situation still improving
My nation benefitting too, yeah we consume it
Top Gun
Let me be frank, I got torpedoes in the ocean (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo bee)
Seen that caboose, added it to my locomotive (Choo-train)
Talkin'
living for music
Now I'm able to die for it
Funny I use to chase death
Like I got time for it
Now I'm chasing after life
Cause time will only tell
I fell in love with music I like how it make me feel
I come from a city niggas quick to blow that steel
Niggas quick to go and kill
Niggas quick
better listen don't get it twisted
Bustin out my cage and these bitches is
Steady tripping
Dive in the pussy I murder to feed my ego
Wild that these fucker
Gossip, it all starts from the mouth
Of a crooked traveling act
Naive to the fact that music has no place for egos
From the mouth
Filth spills out
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