Lyrics:
that owed her
He was guilty by attachment
He was a heart felt type nigga keep u laughin
But the nigguz that he trusted had more passion in the cash
First things first
I just wanna count stacks
I don’t do this and that
Back and forth with you rats
I’m more of a singer but I took time to rap
sac à dos, cascadeurs,
Quand nos basses saturent,
Ça tabasse dur jusqu'à pas d'heure,
Un son patate,
Incomparable,
Ne restons pas là,
Vienne, Bronx,
instead
I should probably pay a Nickel son
Have them done with the shining
Talk about shining I'm irreplaceable
I feel like gold
And no matter which state
presence stepping out with no fears
The tongue sharper than a sward I got the will to shake spears
All attention on me I want your eyes and your ears
I want
You say you got bitches, but we got more hoes
Now it's time to dig it
To the gangstafied wardrobe
'Bout to get fitted
You know that I'm a mack right?
pay the cable
But dat aint nothing to the king
He sent his only son to take the charge for a thug the example of real love
My walk aint been no crystal
hittin' harder than Creed
Who fuckin' with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You'll see this center shoot,
on
Whatchu smokin' on
Last night shit was mad fly, we got mad high
Keep it movin', let 'em pass by, no more bad vibes
Oh I'm anti, actin' like a giant
competition
I ain't got no friend to make
I ain't spazzin' enough 'till their passion and love
Disintegrate
I don't live by the rules
Kids comin' through
trauma
No comma, straight through your mama like acid
I fucked her, then I jetted, that's why you's a little bastard
You talk mad shit with no back up,
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
more money to spend now
Still going by the laws that were made for the time where the mind don't even really fit in now
Coming straight up out the dark
Put me in a cell with shooters, and stabbers and rappers and the like
I realized I wasn’t no more human than them damn guilty fools
So I settled in
tracks like I'm malnourished.
No more light to these fakes and these hoes,
Making cake off my name, now the bakery's closed.
It's fun gathering,
It's fun
right now
I want you to tell me what happened
Young Calogero: No, Father
I'm not telling nobody nothing
Priest: Don't be afraid
My son nobody's more
knocker, louder than a rock opera
Yeah, if you wasn't down before, you definitely ain't getting down now.
You can't reach us no more bitch, that's not
as I explode, cock back and reload
Ride a beat until they say, "Whoa"
Then they tell me, "Mama, don't hurt me no more"
I'm strictly 'bout them
to believe, you can turn the page again
You lose your hope here, one by one
Listen to me, son, you've got nowhere to run
You are not perfect at anything,
have come for me
I can see the dark reflection
I can feel it in the air
The beginning of the end
I hear the voices call
Knowing that there's no
nigga gon' give you shit, get it for yourself Gettin' played like a junky, disrespected by hoes Flip 'til you can't flip no more for yourself Gotta get
captivated by the funky sounds
Now back up back up 'cause this shorty here's not loco
'Cause I be's the one with them hellafied vocals
The kids from New
And Jim, her son, to show his clars...
Rolls up to make it all a farce,
In brahn boots...
I ask yer... brahn boots!
While all the rest,
Wore decent
So now here come your customers knocking on your door
With the faces of stupid children who think they are something more
You believed the lies that
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