Lyrics:
got real street cred
Healed deep wounds
Old skin I had to shed
BIGG Scarface
I keep one loaded by my bed
Come on in and say hello if you wanna meet my
Martin crib
Plus my girl bout fine as Gina
Rock a Birkin and keep her Nina
If its beef we gonna come
Where you live
Like a shovel I'm ready to dig
I won't
We got
Beats an rhymes
Of all kinds
Ain't no confusion
When this fusion
Of me an tek
Combine
From the 1st line
To the final chapter
I'm
Gonna
spit it out
Before the gold starts leaking out
Roll the boulder up the hill
My brain is gonna fucking rot
My heart is pounding overtime
I sing to you
a plan into action, time set tickein, what it take to make a living
with the wheel well driven, nibble at the gems, hanging by the limbs, you done run up
Tokens
written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell
How many games we gonna play
We taking over with fake voters and snake soda
Who make codes
isles are the place for me I'll stay here with you, just wait, you'll see
My life's rich by the time I wake up, who ever thought it could be so easy
All
Some ah dem nuh want you win
Thats why mi never fear evil
When the most deh inna di ring Hear mi sing
Careful who you tell all ah your secret
If you have
that blunt
Until the room is spinning, and you make your way out front to vomit on the grass
The guy who threw the party wants to kick your ass
You
to drive slow
Try give me that try give me that line no
Fuck that when I come back'll be mind blown
By that time in a different time zone
Only time you
use those big balls and show the world who you really are bitch"
Then that was it: tri-nitro toluene fuse lit
I always had this feeling I was put
You can bet
Swagger aint no body got
My neck and my watch big rocks like hoa,
One shout for young jeezy thats my mothafuckin dog,
He just like me,
Earth doomed
Earth-2 on the fourth rock
Bitch, lip lock with your old life
Kiss it goodbye had a good time
Get a suit and tie for the funeral
Are you
What stunk
I was too drunk i woke up drunk
Weren't you? Ha, I'm too young to drink
Augh first I get trapped in a hole
With smelly animals who bicker
"Ayy
We want you to do a video for beats by Dre"
I thought, "Shit, this must be my day, "
Let me set it off
So flylingual and swagnificently fresh
I've
peace slim
But on this track I got no friends
Possessed by the hip hop
To greats that I give props
For cray crays to Pete Rock to off the tip top
I came
dinner
If it wasn't for you I'd do what I do what I do what I do what I do
Dumbfounded wondering how Jun got it
Fuck my bad habits son I'm really gonna
writer's cock
Ready to get inside and make her bed rock
You can tell my dick is small by the way I walk
Imma make your bitch suck on my small cock
She call
the goats won't show up, they on the walls of the boat, you follow
Otto the otter from Grotto startin' to talk
And all the eyes light up when a rock begins uh
guess
Who's gonna save me when I feel depressed?
It's dark but I might be blind
Can't see what you've locked inside
Them walls are coming down
But I still
the fucking door
She said who is it, I said yo can I speak to Joe?
She said you got the wrong house I said I know that snitch
I cracked a grip, pulled out my
show's about to start
I could tell our job was done by the way 2Mex remarked
Act like we can't do that, when in fact we just scored
Time to rock the party,
dead body (Mudboy!)
I mean I definitely want some sounds gonna fuck niggas up
You mothafuckin' doin' it by, you know in situations and what's happenin'
won. Outside are dogs and scoffers. who mock my very soul. They steal
the Joy of the promise I own. But I will not be shaken from the rock that
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