Lyrics:
like a yo Charlot
pick me up from the airport
and by the night time
we at the Malecón rocking a show
and in the morning
I’m woken up by this strange
Studious, relentlessly courteous Myself again
Phoenix rising from the dust
Feels like my life was reset
to a preset of me at four
Only difference is I'm
the locs, so the opps dread to see me
We been pushing mad limits, we been plotting on the senate
We been tryna run the planet, I meant it if I done said it
out, Who That Who That
Bitch, I'm the realest young nigga
We poppin' heads
Makin' this money
You niggas already know a nigga like me be rockin' shit
and I don't know how to tell you it
Tell you this
You mean the world to me
Ima be so lost without you
Like a lost dog nobody knows what he's been through
you think we are,
We're not who you think we are.
Yo -
Punched out. Like Glass Joe I'm out.
Two things I just can't go without:
Pussy.
Money.
Dipped
know fresher than Stoop? Riddle me that
Just blare it, you can hear it every lyric he rap
Receive a homecoming like Diddy every city he at
Look
No, no, no Hold Up man
No, no, no He wanna hold up on me, oh
I Taekwondo I got that one flow-
Yo, blackberry piss yellow
Better tell Jared Leto Lego
niggas barking at me, I’m a Great Dane
I could tell by how she looking at me, she got great brain
She like “why you smoking Mary Jane?” cause I hate pain
Relationship threatened by stuff that you hear, word, I hope we just persevere
Keep it a stack it's the truth calling game like I'm Peirce
That mean the ending
Artist: Sycosis
Album: Find Me When You Wake Up
Song: No Secrets (SDF)
Credit: Written by Erik Roberts, Produced by Shayar
Recorded: Pots & Pan
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Yea I'm vibing to beats
I'm smoking the beats
I'm blowing em down
Its all by the pound
I'm High on a beam
I'm packing the weed
I'm Rolling more
chase me just
Tell her MySpace me
And maybe she can find me so
I can get behind 'em
Heard I got a deal so now
She Joe me like sloppy
Got them goons
147Calboy, niggas, envy me
Like why would I trip? My lil' bro, he my mini-me
Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I'm damn near a chimney
Got a message,
my boys with me
We on the up and up
This album gonna put us on the map
Say what's up to the top
I slept on the streets
And I starved
But with this
different words that sound the same like
Fucked it
Fucked tit
Fuck tit
“Wait, that was a bad example, come back to it?” (me)
“Butt fuck you two!” (myself)
label us born to die
But I pistol slap you and two niggas like 3 Stooges
Walk over to the bar and sip on Gin and juice
It's just the gangster in me
all kinda ways
Straight on dat
Album drop soon just wait on dat
See my frequency frequently keeping me focused on making my moves, my cadence in tune
I
and its not that day
I am like its okay coz I still gotta make the music and keep the faith
Back in the days man they called me shampoo
Started with
tight, see me catching flights
At the international terminal, where you don't go
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
And tripped by mic
Trunk bound to make an earth shake
Every day is a movie for me you
Like the destination on the first day
Telling me it's her birthday
New shoes and her
in Cadillacs
Lettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the disco
I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal
Cream like Joe Pisco', I fuck
and I never wanted to diss ya
This soft shit will get me called a faggot
I'll be on the ground stomped out like a maggot
I wanna say all this shit that
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
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