Lyrics:
our hair in Summer ’05
Like those rock’n roll stars and their city lights
And all I’m asking...
Bury me in a memory
One you take with you down to your
our hair in Summer ’05
Like those rock’n roll stars and their city lights
And all I’m asking...
Bury me in a memory
One you take with you down to your
our hair in Summer ’05
Like those rock’n roll stars and their city lights
And all I’m asking...
Bury me in a memory
One you take with you down to your
three crumbs, Ill eat one
Feed one to the family, rest I get invested in my freedom
I battle through ?a part? in this shit
With a wrist, full of broken
hear me
I keep it funky, understand me son
I rock my Timb`s untied, I don`t plan to run
Niggas see Lil` Fame creep through the back street
With my
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
got it but you do not
Bout to get a bag, need to tie it up in two knots
See me pulling up, I'm getting high up like a tube sock
Tube sock, two rocks
me in my own lane bro
Uh yeah, taking everybody by surprise
Cause I'm ripping out they eyes
So they never see me coming
And I'm walk in with a knife
Mmm, mmm
It's hot, hot, hot
It's fucking hot
Yeah
Everything he do cinematic, all mathematical
And he understands rock and roll like I do
But he
fuck by tonight
She like “Veno you cold” started rolling her eyes
Whipped it out, started sucking my dick with some ice
All my niggas slang fire cuz you
playboy hit that 3 peat
Just trynna hit the cha cha slide
Close my eyes and then I glide
I'm smoking to get high
I ain't trynna just roll on by
New kicks
bound with another hit for the euros and lowlows and the
mamcitas at the car show. Now wheres that spot that's hot down to rock
lets roll party never
I'm surrounded by blood spillas
Motherfuckers about scrilla
Giving nothing but love nigga
In this land of troubled souls
All for one how we roll
Chinese whispers and bitter pills passed between
City folk kept on their feet like a skipping rope
Hi jinx with capital aiches
telekinesis to bolt
I'm up in the studio at 3 o'clock in the morning thinking about what I can sell you
And how it can benefit us all
I see the pain that's in life, but
Rolls
Show you how that white powder pussy sold
Homie, we the master level
In other words we gonna last forever
In a lifelong Dance with the Devil
My
o'clock, she said call her
So that I can come and get her 'fore she's picked up by her father
So I smashed up in the Malibu
How would you feel watchin
rock heavy gear with a light wrist
On the move 3 o'clock i got a lunch date
You know they talking money so i can't wait
Am Sir Alan with the sugar
Am
when you threatening Mr. Bastard
Crack rock bagga when I have ta
Amaru the monster pulls in with one, of his many gadgets
Turn this shit to a ol' scary
the city
Don't gotta ask if his stick with him
Don't give a fuck about parties
He just tryna just get richer
And his uncles used to rap
But ain't support him
elevated, higher than a empire state
Elevators I roll with creators and creamators
Stalkin' through this nature, the heaven raise ya
Capacity in your
the hustle, bigger bag and a faster lane
Lost three soldiers, six months, what would change?
Raised by a legend, so I gotta keep a golden name
I don't want that
Catch a Mack-11 slug with a pair of chopsticks
Cut a priest off at the funeral to rock shit
[Chorus]
Nigga I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be
it's Lagos traffic how these niggas is stuck in their ways
This close to a lifestyle with a gun at the waist
Used to roll with Axe, mehn, said they saw
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