Lyrics:
whole NYC Harlem eastside
My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami
Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough
Get money, VA my
is
To get this off my chest.'
Becky's holding tight to her glass
Good coke, brain fast
She watches his face as he talks
Little bump on her
incidents
Generalize my disease
I need a taste of what it's like
Living off the fat of kings
I play the scab at your hunger strike
Slow down Gandhi, you
off the hook so you know I gotta treasure her
What else, mami by my side
She don't care what I do or how rough the ride
My bitch all hood with some
off heads
come fi tek off crowns
everything weh mi a spit a hit yu round by round
mi come fi lef beats dead
it's like mi kill all sound
rocking inna
niggas but
That's how I raised 'em
Scrape a opp off the board
Before you dry erase 'em
He put his hands on your
Brother? You gotta fade 'em
He put his
lays, you get off my pack, you comin' in late
You get off yourself, you not gettin' laid, nigga, get off my phone, my cell don't ring
I got a dead eye, I
ladies is pimps too
So I guess ladies is pimps too
Got me thinking how best I could impress you
But those girls in my city are a select few
The rest
and only
Gotta keep you close
Girl, I need you
If you didn't know
Girl, I love you
Everytime I Look up
After I close the good book up.
It seems God's over
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
mutual I know it's crucial
In another man hands I swear to God I'll lose you
Same song keep playing in my head
Tryna bring my heart way back from the dead
Danielsan
Cuz I Keep it a rack
Keep it a stack
Keep it 1000
Cuz I Keep it a rack
Keep it a stack
Keep it 1000
The Greatest Leaders die by a hand
To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot
you hate me, why would the Lord forsake me
Put the weight of the world on my shoulders
I thinkin' I could brush it off and nobody notice
Keep raisin'
monster
Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka
Candy coated Hummer, looking real good
When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood
It's all
Wherever the fuck we are today on tour
I've, uh, I've already rolled about four blunts
It's 3:38 PM
I'm going off, here we go
What up, what's good? I'm
gracious
Rose me from the dead
Riding with my maker
Give him praise
He payed off all my debts
Riding with my maker in the end
My soul he will collect
Riding
when
What do you see when you take
The hands off your face?
My one and only fighting jet
Speeding into my arms flying into the blue
Ride your cloud
shoulders
I'm thinkin' I could brush it off and nobody notice
Keep raisin' my kids, Whitney, Jeffry, and Jordan
Keep coppin' new whips, Bentleys, Benzes,
rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, la
Lyrical Miracle
It come with a spiritual ritual
Oh what a feeling
I came to give you a healing
Thou shall not stealeth
Cut his hand if he get caught
tryna do some good
But if you like your memories my sanity is shook
With the shit that I keep seeing I should pack and hit the book like
Hit
what?
Hello
You tryna match with me?
Why you swipin' through my post, through my gallery?
Put your hands up, five, that's my salary
Watch your girl bow
doing well
Let off them shots like tacos, Switchblade sharp like a nacho
I tried to teach your ass a lesson you saved by the bell
Clean like Freddy
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