Lyrics:
KWIRK
Captain?s log; Stardate: 3.142857--Aw, forget about it! This is Captain Kwirk on the Starship Intercourse. Thrusting its way through space,
sense never common and voices are getting stronger
Then the futures only getting farther
Another generation influenced by the fornication
Hating,
say? Columbus challenging plays. Ref, I'm making
The call. There's something else on the way. I'm hermiting on the page. Give them the wrath
some diamonds in my ring, now I'm sippin' champagne
Eatin' steak
Was tryna get the pack off in the rain
I used to put my mask down for them stains
keep being friends, you know
That's all y'all can do, just put out my way
When you see your life flash
you realize there was an eighth in the gas mask
Ridin’ round makin’ a zing
Bumpin’ "Mask Off"
Gotta get this cash, dog (Whoo)
Zingin’ my ass off (True)
Yeah, I cuff
But it’s 20 for the tax, dog
50 if you
The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (my way)
Did my own thing (yeah)
they find a bag of bones
Had to go and hire thirty workers just to stash the 'low
Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)
Sweater by
do
That shit so brazy
Niggas won't be satisfied
Till I mask up and get busy
Drop down cuz dem buck shots
Blue his back out like Ricky
I'm da man now
Like imma just
Imma put this mask on, and just be like
Like chill witchu
Time goes by so fast
Try to make it last
KWIRK
Captain?s log; Stardate: 3.142857--Aw, forget about it! This is Captain Kwirk on the Starship Intercourse. Thrusting its way through space,
I'm not tryna die on probation keep Glock in my britches
They know I'm gone shoot my opps got to admit it
Yeah I came a long way I still be on the Ave
the way
Maybe my generosity is how I die that’ll be the day
Doin double takes seeing different moves
Get rid of these pawns movin up checkmate
Hundred Fifty while a nigga roll up
Don't keep nothing but big ones, pack weigh three tons and made a new quota
I could tell it over, couldn't lift no car
and bring the cunch lines back (brrt)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone by lunchtime trap (trap)
Every spot I go, there's always Londoners and Scousers (no
played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she
face in a mask
Antisocial, but I’m never gon lack
Right by the pistol, the pocket hold racks
Opp niggas on social they never speak facts
JT go crazy,
Non-response, it keep me calm and all, I
Gather thoughts, Jack's still in my palm
That don't take me long, cashed another, gone
Mask it all with chit chat you
want you dead I got one, two ways
I could slide by myself or get you sprayed
I don't need no beam I got good aim, lawyer fees stay ready and that's just
than boulder. This destruction I've been holdin' and hidin' cause someone always tryna find me. But I got eyes in the sky and I Carry Jim. Mask
after plans couldn't care about a bout
Nah I ain't fuckin' wit' ya past, nigga whatchu on right now
I see you all way out in last, but you was the first
school[00:28.50]Hit my homie what's the move[00:29.82]We ain't got nothing to do[00:31.02]So we stay by[00:32.19]Hope I came right[00:34.37]And now I'm just
(Far as what you sold)
Euros and cents, sense of self is your next best friend
When we got hounds in the Parliament
Woof woof, it's the sound
g*****
Do you feel me?! Am down to ride to my dying days
Don't be surprised by fifty n***** with hand grenades
We mob, it ain't no telling where we going
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