Lyrics:
"Milk It" from a sound
Board recording from the Seattle Center
Arena "Sliver" is taken from a board
Tape from the Springfiled Civic Center
(in
Going through the airport with more lie than an opera
Knew crooks who move books like Harry Potter
Get cleaners to get it cleaner
A legend like John
the Channel, it soon drove them o'er,
On the thirteenth they landed on England's fair shore.
Oh well when they arrived there in big London Town,
Those great
treat me out this new Gallardo
Since I been gettin' it, ain't miss a season from Ricardo
Tisci when they see me , know me at Wells Fargo
Still rappin'
time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says John this is not the way life's
to naija yh
I put in the work
I’m a grinder
Then i roll it up for the higher
Blessing come down down from the master
On a Sunday dancing for the maker
So we
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
Legendary
Sword by my side
Pride gotta die
Ain’t nobody vibin with the faithless
Born in the field
Came from the dirt
Never got time for complacent
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all
up the flow, bring it back, oh
From Chicago, uh
And I'm rockin' the Dolce Gabbana
Fashionable persona
GQ, who knew he'd be the flyest? Like TWACWK
KANY
no money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly,
Truthfully, it's
Winters come and summers go
Last time round for all we know
Wonder what the time is in London
As they tear this world apart
Step by step it
a kiss
From a gal named Irene
Now millions of people the whole world around
Are taking Huddie's hammer up
And swinging it down
Huddie Ledbetter was
(fuck her)
I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a fuck 'bout no image
And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished
My lil' brother
I have a friend lives up in Portland, I stayed there with him one time
He had a new a pair of high-top sneakers, didn't fit him but they fit me fine
You say you want a piece, just call me
Trini gyal bumper big and it whining (yeah)
Ting so good him wan' live up inside it (ooh)
Backshot make man
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
out, shit, we puttin' rewards on niggas (Brrt)
Live by the gun and we die about it, shit, I'm praying the sword don't kill us
Praying the Lord forgive
People tryin to steal from me, and deceive me
But that's cool, you live and learn my friends
We did it before, and we'll do it agaim
gold, dashed and climbed in this van
To steal it and seen a man holding a 9 in his hand
Shot him from the bottom up
Stole his keys, put 'em inside
things
Only real bitches live like queens, get it?
Safety deposit in the walk-in closet
Marble faucets with matching Rolls Royces
In the driveway from
Some people have to learn
Some people wait there turn
Some people have to fight
Some people give it up
They wanna hold you back, tell 'em pee
from calvary
I believe He rose up from the dead
Alive for all to see
That is why all the more
I will serve Him
Chorus:
I have made my decision / We have
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