Lyrics:
Talking bout you never running out of words I'll write an album
Imagine if I seen it all from top to bottom
By the end of this EP, I probably shot him
'cause you're not no Crip
Don't be angry at me that you got no hits
You could go ends and they all know Cench
You could go ends and they might know you
Simmons
If I want a hit, I'm payin' a bitch quicker than P. Diddy
I got a trick who eat the dick like both her teeth missin'
I'm in a fiend rental,
reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiers
Born 2 ride, killers born 2 die, mommas born 2 cry.
Wild like the lone fucking ranger, niggas from the South
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
berry rockhead look
You got the al green hot grits look
You grill is made of steel and can't be real
You got that spiderman brace face been
Hit in
Division and NOFX (what?)
Let's dissect this album called “Nevermind”
Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage not Sublime
Butch toured with U2, who wrote a song
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
at your engineer:
A Japanese guy with glasses on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies with acne
Thinking you
Random!
Everybody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper? Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I
(Ah)
Oh Lord I was not hating of course
I just wanna be known making my money down home and abroad
From the album I've been keeping it green
I showed
Mark 8:36
Don't lose your soul
Not Oz or O
Same spirit
I'll swing this pole
Don't lose your soul
Hot or cold
Stop or go
Red light
Green light
Red
'cause they don't understand
You can tell by how I walk
Man my pockets filled with green, I don't ever gotta talk
Probably see me in your city, heard it
(cause) I'm all in
If seen what I seen, then u'd prolly be all in
All in Like some greens in the pot, chicken grease hit ya nostrils/
smell like we eating
songs
Be talkin' on the gram And I would kill a nigga
Well, just to have a real dad I go by MILO, I hit a nigga
In the back, the hoe a pimp Witness
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles
They start pulling up pictures
Of us getting hit
By dogs and firehoses and all that
You know like, my daughter
And Jolly
A green giant
Telling you stories
While it's happening
Call it Jolly tales
My album
Made it to the top
And it never fell
Wishing star
Shine bright
like ephesians bible on me I don't play no games
Lust pride depression you know
All them spirits getting slain
Not by my own pressure it's through
Jesus
co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!
(singing)
Flies all green an'
See the apprentice is making miracles
The ceiling is rising this it is biblical
They asking where you been at that album finished y'all
I keep you
Artemis eve/ the heart only grieves/ for all of the things it never hunted/
Hit the bottom with ease/ I'm not appeased by your prophecies/
Powerful
you fuckin' with
And watch all the snake bitches sucking dick
I'mma legend in this streets, high as fuck, Al Green
Sitting sideways, gone off that Isaac
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
And running away from my past
Lambos
Jaguars
Nascars
Private jets
Fast life
Pesos
Swiss francs
Euros
Pounds
That’s cash life
Big emblem Benz
Filled by me
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