Lyrics:
Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but
This album with downloaded beats is the last one
Yo, dance to this track initials of a friend turning nineteen
Hey, everyone, come with me grow with
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
down for a BMI
Who writes your shit, bitch? Just me and I
Why you bitches act scary and dark? It's just dumb
You would pop a damn tit tryna shoot off
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night
"Last
This the last dance like MJ
This the last straw we can take
Block all hate Dikembe
No more, No more, No More
Aye
This the last dance like MJ
This
dance
Summertimes for the cookouts
My plug hit me up for the good stuff
Said good looking got that good good gas
Yeah I'm a rookie but when I'm off
move like Dion
Your girl feel for me so she baby me like Leon
Fuck how you moving bitch you crazy yeah you switch up what you be on
I be really chilling
was good, you
know what I mean.
So what can I say man, what a fantastic experience! Something that will live with me for the rest of my life,
no doubt
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
the fuckin' Sean Combs dance, follow me now
Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like
to blow
Lastly you see:
Me, be three by three
Firing these things called TNT
Fire these things called TNT
These things called TNT
They call me TNT
of your toe
All the way up to your last hair follicle
[Biz Markie]
Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical
Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in
a little ah-ah
Right before we do the cha-cha
Lemme know
But before you let me know I gotta make this last forever
Dance for me
I love the way you
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
And taught by the man how to give it back
Lost my dad but that man still has my back
Has my back, has my back
Best baddies in my city can’t tell me shit
Tanned
Pre chorus
I make hip hop sound like its dirty pop
Wanna give you a hint coz my album bout to drop
I'll make quick hit ready for à tiktok
Coz if i
I was walkin' down the floor
I was minding my own
Locked eyes with this woman
I'd like to know
She grabbed me by the hand
I pulled her close to me
I
just easy as A-B-C
That's how you make it right
(You have interfered with our affairs
For the last time, Sinatra)
I am literally in the air, right now
As if it's her album
Fine with me, might as well be
May have to retitle
If she keep on track on this track three
The B-side is
Likely to make me consider
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