Lyrics:
race, it's Apocalypto
The industry's a target, I suggest these labels get low
On top of that, this track is cracked like burnt brillo (damn)
Consider me
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
shit, so I split
And said that I'ma be that seed that doesn't need much to succeed
Strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for
it's ten for this thirty-six (Goddamn)
Chances that we took
(Uh) , plus I had to turn the
Tricks (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fuck it, mayne, life's
feet to the rhythm of this beat
Everybody sing this song all the people having fun
Everybody move your feet to the rhythm of this beat
Everybody sing
a vegetable?
Am I a rap god now? Do you agree?
How long I gotta rap for the respect I need?
Playing all damn spots on this god damn team
Taking game-winning
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
I do it, making this off of every song
Bitch I had a dream and I knew that it was right there
Man, I know I'm born for this shit, my title's right
your feet
And you're movin' your body while you're sitting in your seat
And then damn, ya start doin' the freak
I said, bam, right outta your seat
with my idol
I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels
I can't put the Louis V inside
to look that hard to see what a fraud it is.
We are literally insane as a society for ever accepting this
All interspecies fossil finds are proven frauds
So this next song is called, uh... "Late Night Vybez" and the hook...
Yeah, yeah, make some noise...
Uh, this... this hook was inspired by um,
singing no songs
This ain't American idol (no)
Prepare for my arrival
You better grab your priest and don't forget your bible (let go)
This shit is suicidal
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)
Brr, we on (for real, for real)
NLE Choppa (we on)
They know we on
Woah, woah (brr)
Straight up
Thug
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
don't have is a chopper
And a yacht
Three stacks for an hour just to drive it off the lot
Floor seats at the playoffs right next to the mascot
Trying
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
a chance
He go 'round with a friend
That's life, look
But this the way that we do
Screaming, "Who wanna see
Me?" 'Cause, honestly, i can't see you
Start off
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
But still I fly high to the eagle's place
Put my squad on a song if I need more bass
I put my arms to God and my feet on face
That's a Judo kick
Nigga,
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
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