Lyrics:
name is Toby)
"Okay that's cool, you ain't movin' units anyway"
Yet I own a company, you have no buzz or mixtape
See what y'all kats don't understand is
Beyonce
Both of these rappers are whack
Yet people talk smack about 40 Delefante
The music industry is usin the slang
And trying to play it off like
but standing in the crowd
Always turning up, but scared of the Come down
Crying out for help, yet no one hears a sound
(Till he) hear me out, (will
unless they asked us
Where we going kid
Holding shit, maybe like a stake
In the company, big dog
Thats why these niggas come for me
Pack of juicy j's right
can rewind
Go back in time for self
She get no help YET She continue to lay down and spreading her legs
Having a kid by a nigga who don’t give a shit
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
MJG know the plan so the shit is on
by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone
got
energy
Not my hindrance, limited by my pride
If I can put it aside
Wide is the road to destruction
But I know you love me
And your love is my instruction
This game
Is to be sold not told
Pay styles, pay pay styles
Pay styles, pay styles
Feds tappin in on shit
You know, playin hard ball
(Killa Tay)
I
a view back to a previous incident, that will lead us to praying always}
Jeje l'oloja kan ntaja ni popo, lenikan ngberu sori bo to wuwo. {a seller is
is wreck from the hip I teck
and when I come from the shoulders I straight Westside Connect
I got chickens by the flock I got the block on lock
Around
touch heat
I'm levels, you wanna be like J.I.D
My dog is tearing you up, piece by piece, that freestyle was weak
Laughin' from the backseat, do we need
This is DJ Scotty Rock
That was that new Zebulon Lane
Now we about to get into that Luscious by your man
Scotty Rock
Exclusive new shit
And if you ain't
chamomile
Wondering how the fam is feeling
These days it's just me and my woman
I'm working know my feet gone feel it by the morning
Scratchy recording 'cause
Nappa leather
Mental treasures come with thoughts that you can't measure
This is lyrical plane crash
These other niggas spit fender bender
City Slicker,
of red fifties
So I can buy what I want to buy And when I walk by they don't just say hi
The girls say oh my Now I can't yet get a Rolly
The rap's gonna do
time I sip my cup it cost me like 10
Hundred dollar swisha, take yo girl faster than Twista
Only come by god is when I’m lookin in the mirror
Red eyes, I
yet they callin' me they nigga
Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack
Or should I just reanimate the mothafuckin' Fac
My name is Spice 1, but I be
on the beat
You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet
You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt
You're a fan
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in
TONY INKWELL
Time’s up, time’s out, too tired to fight ya,
It took all the time to find the courage to write this,
I start by asking ‘bout what’s
compete
My skills is way superb
Don't be fooled by what you see
Just listen to what you heard
The day that I'll die
I'll probably be immortalized
Cause imma
like a tyrant
Surrounded by drip like I'm on an island
All I care about lowkey cappin' bout the violence
Steppin' to this beat got J's on my feet
Never
comes to music, bitch, I'm essential
Have not yet reached my full potential
In all debates, I'm preferential
And to target me is consequential
My choices
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