Lyrics:
on the gram
A brother getting lynched by the man
That's why I keep the woop in my hand
If you play with my family I'm whooping that ass
Please don't play with
blazing time
Sound crazy but I'm actually tryin' to escape my mind
Tryna rise in time
but hoping that you didn't notice
When i was at my low as
So I
we can make
Whoops
Whoops
Taheeka-haka-Whoops
Whoops
In this corner
Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable...
Life, and all that
probably heard that I am the bag
I make hella cash and I do everything upper class
But what I'm boutta do is pour another glass
Get a couple of rice
smooth sailing everything is all good
Between you and I, Mr. and Mrs. Wood
I like the sound of that don't you
I wish we could stay here forever, don't you
won't hear a shout or a whisper
When it moves it'll make no sound
But you'll know what it is when it hits you
By the time that you reach the ground
I don't wanna chase another dollar
I don't wanna do the runaround
I just wanna loosen up my collar
'Cause I don't love the way it sounds
Sit
up, be kind
Let the memories die
Memories fade out
To the background
Lunch bell ringing
Man, I hate that sound
Can't stop ringing
And calling her cell
the process
You have now learned how to make a hardstyle track
let's fininsh this journey by bringing back
the kick a-and the bass
thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
of silence
A young girl about seventeen
Escorted by a limousine
Told her that they could make her dreams
Come true if she played along
Innocence lost
LA
He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J?
Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back
And ever since
gotta do it
More than once
You gotta do it
With trust
You gotta make it happen
With yourself
Yeah well
We all have places that we well wanna go
We all
of the rubble and go on my way
I will not mumble or grumble the subtle things under my breath
That is bad on my name
I have been tryin to make my own flame
So
walk by faith and not by sight
My shots don't cease, I found my fight cause
I don't care what they say, I keep it on my feet like J's
I got dreams that's
really high
All day everyday this is my way of getting by
Makes me think in
A way that's unique
Makes me feel different about the streets that I creed
carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you were sayin' today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you
make a dolla out of 15 cent
A yo guess who's bizack up
In that paul village
Hot as a skillet know how I did it
How did I get it if you ain't seen it yet
j's, kill fakes, that's the best laid plans
Capture me a nigga, make sure he ain't found alive
Hoping for your sake that you don't choose the wrong side
you know me and your mother were your very first fans
Now how bout that? Does it make you laugh?
Does it make you cry? Does it make it hard to sleep?
Hey
Rest in peace Billie Blonco
No matter how had yesterday was, today's another chance to make it right
Crazy thoughts as I ride
All of this shit I
not afraid of the heights!
I'm willing to risk it
All in tonight!
Put it all on the table
Make the future bright
Make the past so wrong
That it's wrong
We're getting too old for this shit
Next time Alex cheated death was at Punk Rock Holiday
He plunged into that Madball sound by leaping from the stage
Who woulda thought that I would make it this far, I didn't think that I would make it here Before
And yeah, I know I don't show it too much but I'm
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