Lyrics:
by myself an i be rolling
Fish bowl on the whip
Face card good
Pockets fat af an the swollen
This me at your door aint bo catfishing Send shooters
of the rich man
I've been living this poor – well
I guess for
Forever, and I bet I will forever more
Barely eking by
Seeking out the dollar stores
For
Sie aber weiß um dieses Licht
Und sie denkt immer daran
In der Glut des Hasses
Wallt die Macht
Sie sammelt sich
Mit jedem neuen Tag an
Sie wird stärker
Yeah, man, um
Trapped On Cleveland 2
SS241 in Bleveland
250 Block Life
Due to the fact, nigga, millions and billions on the table
Keed
Talk
I have been redeemed
By: Pellé Price
Intro:
Here we are.... Yea
V1:
Look I'm writing this letter, Lord I need your help
is that the seed of a man chosen by God must not be wasted
Run away, that's the plan, live above the grave
None is safe, I see the pain
Yeah, yeah, um
Class is in session, please get by the bar
Ladies, first position (Yung Dza)
I wanna see you tucking in that butt, haha (go,
Zivilisation
Maschinen und Konstruktionen
Kommen im Feuer um
Die Tränen räumen alles
cus ihrem Weg
Die Erde weint Stahltränen
Über das Leben
Die Stahltränen
dienen
Um Leben zu atmen
Das hat keinen Sinn
Du bist ein Mensch
Darauf steht der Tod
Du bist kein Mensch
Satanische Endlösung!
Nur auserwählte Krieger
my dream
As the world keep turning
Always say what I mean
And what about my dreams? City of the angels
Rescued by a man who is no angel
And who's
Ghetto mit
Dem Finger am Lauf
Ich zünd' per Knopfdruck und lauf
Und randalier' mit Gewalt
Es geht um Goldbarren und
'ner Platinkette am Hals
Ich bin der
Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's
zerbricht, dann stärkt es dich
Kämpfen ist wie Fahrrad fahren (glaub' ich), man verlernt es nicht (day by day)
Ja, wenn es sein muss, geh' ich wieder zurück
dizer
e pode ser que seja só mais uma linha ou três
pode ser só uma rima ou um som todo mês
em português, ou n'outra língua tua
que expressa o que tu
For a trip to Bali
I mean
Lotta hours
Lot of
Nights by yourself
In front of a mic
In front of a computer
Writing
Erasing shit
Writing again
Yeah, I'm
verdiene
Mach' mein Money mit (?)
Ich habe nie wieder Zeit, um zu liegen
Und ich habe Patente, jegliche Start-ups
Racker' mir täglich den Arsch ab
Meine
distress.
At this point the telepath is uh, trying to revive the initiate. Um, he’s trying to communicate with the alien but he’s getting no response.
gern mit Basey Stress macht wie 'n Hooligan
Um Geschäftspartner zu binden wie Ägypter-Mumien
Guck, ich scheine mit den Ketten, scheine mit dem Aston
gibt es Schüsse vorm Café
Nrw, Gangster-State, was machen Drogenfahnder-Cops? (Tzhe)
'N Bogen um den Pott wie bei 'nem Kobold seinem Topf
Haltet Uzis
time comin', we got hits, hits
Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, bitch
Call me Chun-Li, we 'bout our kicks, kicks
Whoever by your side and ain't really riding, let em' go
Yeah, stay away from all the bad energy that shit contagious
Yeah, get that shit out your
Yeah
Pushed me away just like a stroller after all the good I did and told her, yeah
Tell em' T, um, literally
I don't know why, but she pushed
Drive-by-Strophen kicke
Theoretisch wie die Einstein-Rosen-Brücke
Ich bin 'ne Ein-Mann-Armee
Und sie würden alles geben, um mich scheitern zu sehen
Neben mei'm
(111, 111)
They ain't fucking with me, on gang (yeah)
Tell em' T, um, literally
Niggas hate on me because I'm different (tell em' T)
Yeah, I do what
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