Lyrics:
Baltimore City, New York City
You are now rockin' to the sounds of your girl, Lil' Mo
You can't hate on me
'Cause I just wanna chill and take a ride
the lord 7, but I'll woop that cat, and I'll do it in three
You and me, Larry and the rest of the kids and the army of love.
We got a whole lot
alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell that
out the window
To pass the time
Looking for states on the license plates
My dad found seven, but I got eight
A car drives by with a kid in the back
He
If ever we get lost during our time
Please don’t forget me
You are free to take a look around
But always remember where you come from
By the way
I
recognize life is more important
every second that goes by, it's only getting shorter
we order death at the burger stand
murder stands closer to love than
appointment, I've got that holy ointment
I'm anointed and am I'm about to rip this joint kid
Gots to stick with this ubiquitous always victorious
Omnipotent
Ah ah Come on.
You are not the only one
Going through what your going through you know what I'm saying?
Ah come on ah come on
I don't give a fuck
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
dumb excuse like "I'm in album mode"
But lookin' back on that today, I was in coward mode
And besides, those two songs are either out or old
See this
Stealing people's credit cards and
Charging large amounts
These things are illegal
You might end up in prison
Don't Snapchat while you drive
It might impair
mannequins
Dressed by other brothers
Hiding under covers with mothers be panicking
Rambling
Gassing like they're Anakin
But red and blue lights are out
my best to prevent it
By the looks of it can't really tell which ones are ascendants
Clairmont The Second, the reverend, my people need independence
is more like, nyamau!
I eat kids like you for breakfast
Shit, you out before lunchtime
You just wasted a second trying to beat my fucking next line
alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell that
If I were the third world my ass'd be numb from the fucking
Could I get a word in? before you slide the fucking turd in
Taken all the g7 dick I can
through me
Unholy and unruly
Clothes rippin' and it hurts
Feelin' my bones break
Teeth are fallin' out and I got
Fangs sharp as saw blades
My face extends
eyes are missin’
Knock your teeth out
Give you gashes over your face
While the beatdown still pending
Like an open case
Y’all’ll take me to court that’s
Uh, hmm
Skate off
Ayy
Snipers out
Ski
Yeah
I told her you ain't gotta worry 'bout us
T-House for a month (yeah)
Seven pounds and it's
birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?
Holy
a corpse feel
Warp speed ahead, I'm surrounded by a forcefield
Death Star, dark dog, Lord Vader
Make these other fuckin' kids eat like harsh fourth
yourself
Every time you put my shit on, these beats I never miss on
And when I'm dead and gone just know these words are gonna live on
The same kid they
isn't bright enough
We're all like flashlights, useless till you turn us on
Sex and cigarettes are real, the apocalypse is fate
Replace the T with a K
Three, Four
I've been before
Rocking the mic
And you can't ignore
That five, six
The man with the sticks
Got more beats
Ya, the kids got tricks
Seven
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