Lyrics:
tremendous
Yeah
Allow me to recap, what has happened thus far
Mama I'm a rap star, I got Allahu akbars
My ambition and drive is a luxury ride
Your own be
(ah!)
From MEX
T.R.U.S
follow your dreams
(follow your dreams, men)
(oh, oh)
The Mr. Trus´ta Fu, the master on mic
My place is the scenario,
a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then
they're complex
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex
Chased by Him because his was his beginning
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
in my ear
The worlds belong to those whose actions match their prayer
I'll be on your side only if you abide
By the trust that binds the seeker
your love die
I can never let your love die
And I can never let your love die
Love die
Yeah, by the time they show love, I won't even need it
Niggas be
intervene, to feel them ring
And a nigga ill, like Mr. Clean
From Philly to Philistine
If you feel it, feel esteemed
I'm a delicate, intricate, full
Nigga I smash down to take care of killers who spit trash
Small pounds no limit soldiers we kick cash
At the drop of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P
Tight pass
Dust it off, walk it out
I won't take your shit anymore
Stronger now than yesterday
It's all bad, don't be sad
I guess the shit getting old
No no
the spread, nigga
This a masterpiece
Yall punk niggas ain't seein' me
You ain't being me, taking y'all shit like a B&E
And I'm Standing on the top like I'm
They wore R-E-D B-L-Double O-D
Norties
My nephews and niece
Taught me all the tricks from nollies and fakies
Showed me all rappers from Spice to Woodie
ain’t gonna work in the league
Can’t handle the heat, get out the booth
I don’t want beef, I want the truth
I’ve been on E, I’m by the pool
But I’ve been
but not back that
Coming a thirst trap gyal pon Snapchat
Ah wah kind of crap dah
By now I know you must hate losing
Badding up your pride on your
And we always was
I am a danger
I gotcha head banger
Lyrically I'll hang ya'
Because I'm ten times tough
Yet I'm your teacher
So I choose to teach ya'
This
the eruption when I'm pumpin and bustin', gotta give a concussion
Lovin' the lust and plus to touch me, rush me
Too much, you must be out of your mind
Trust me,
let me work him wit that
Tell Mr.Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolley track, now prolly that
Listen, y'all stop it, I know you appalled dot it
of Valium inside her palm
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
Roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by
as fuck like Otto
Pull up on your crew and hit you with the fully auto
Hide the fucking drugs behind the god damn fern
Making money by the ton like Mr
older I don't have time
I'm a rider
Flank by drivers
I drive by
One, two, three, four, five guys
Pretty houses turned tie-dye
Cerio so bout my m o n e y
I
No more chant your old rhymes
About old Robin Hood
His feats I do little admire
I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd
Now the hero
night at a fine restaurant, no
Don't wanna be a Mrs. yet I'd rather stay a Miss
Let's get straight to the point so boy here it is
Here we go
A B C D E F
back, won't know how it turned out
I said it once, I'll do it again
I'm playin' the game, I do it to win
With you and your friend, that's thick
my heart lock
Never turn your back, won't know how it turned out
I said it once, I'll do it again
I'm playin' the game, I do it to win
With you
e spoil
I live by the laws of rebuild and destroy
That's why these wack emcees, I'll be steady killing their joy
Just a gentleman, stuck with a thick
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