Lyrics:
, you're a don of all don's n****
Kasinova The m******** Don, you missed me, hahaha
What's on the radio? Anything but a damn choice
They say my rhymes forced
la la Sha la la la, I'm going home.
Sha la la la Sha la la la, I'm going home.
Something inside makes me scream
How could God take you from a little
Jesus than I was this weekend
But as a goal I don't know if I'll ever reach it
Lord give me the thesis
Verse 2
What I gotta do to show you nothing to do
, I ain't fearing none
Was a bit intimidated by their toys and them gold chains
But for real, them niggas ain't shit to me
I thought they were mature
over you
will you come by in another lifetime
will you be you will I be I
nigga will stick you up right by the well niggas die in hell
Enemies want to keep me hostage like chopper blades I propell
Cut niggas off up and down left
RADIO CRANKED, TRAFFIC JAMS - THAT STUPID SONG AGAIN
MEDITATION ISN'T ENOUGH - TO GET ME THROUGH IT
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY EVERYDAY, TWITTER FEEDS
The streets packing them up? MON
New York's most anted. Trust me you don't want it. Sucker you best to calm it.
I out my squad up on it. c sware a pair
Trust me I’m trapped, trust me I’m trapped, trust me I’m trapped
They took my brother, they took him away, I need you to have my back
I’m not religious,
crazy, there's no maybe
Raised by crazies, raising crazies
Spread my rabies to my babies
Married Latina, they all crazy
I'm coming in cleaner like radio
Thought that I would fail without you
But I'm on top
Thought it would be over by now
But it won't stop
Thought that I would self destruct
But I'm still here
Cant See Me, Ridin Down Three,
Candy Paint, Woodgrain T.V's.
Lone Star State, Livin Life Great.
Playas What You Was,
Its A Pit If U Fake.
Bitch Im
she'll do is holler
Oh my life has become a country song
I've learned she can't resist me
By the way she always disses me
And comes to bed at night
turn the radio down
But god bless now they talkin' bout layin' me down
Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground
What now?
Preachin'
Are we stepping in the ride?
Might toss you the keys
I can't drive it if I'm fried
Turn the radio on, shit, that's me
I'm worldwide
Shit changed, not me
[Qwell:]
Rain shine, was fate denied by state time
Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs
Remember chickens spittin' game at you
I'm prayin'
on the radio until you got the wax
Some mere infatuation, until you got to check me out in person
First sight of me causing exhilaration
You love the way I do
This is for me
For me, For me, ME
I needed you to see the real me
I don't have glamour, no
I don't have fame
But I still hope you remember my name
I
seem clueless
But my reality lucid, I make you move if I chose it
Boy, I'm Gooding like Cuba
Radio, sounding real stupid
Man I thank God, momma never
and the lyrics are too
I can harder than cocaine to tell you the truth
So Get used to hearing me up on the radio
And seeing posters for my shows everywhere that
Don’t let that fear get far
Its ok, don’t tell me the truth
Cause I won’t give up on you
Oh, not ever in my life
You can do it, get used to it
Anything is
radio
This ain't going the way that you said it would go
And I ain't competing with anyone
This ain't going the way that I prayed it would go
My back
she hear me on the radio
Have a gun in me waist, get me mad, and me shoot up the place
With the blanks, I'm just foolin' you,
But tell the youth I'm
cold word I was joined by this strange apparition He's a face like an old painters radio, disgrace was his family name. We payed cards I was happy just
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