Lyrics:
talkin', I get stacks from ballin'
When my music drop yeah, you turn up the volume
Answer when I'm callin', or else you'll be bawlin'
These people always
house
When your teenager eats you make em clear the table
I'm preaching too much on a track like this
All you wanna do is bob yo head
But too many rappers
Nigga we know
Hold up
I hear the talkin'
But action after threats don't really happen all that often
I just wanna know why niggas thinkin' that its ok
like a muhfuckin flute
But I'm the truth, and I'm Paul Pierce in this bitch
You know she talkin all that shit I put that bitch on mute
Ion wanna hear
Askin' me, "Kill them now, or later?"
Noon by the clock and so still by the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that quiet of death, I'll say,
I go from here
Talkin' bout the money, only thing I hear
If you talkin' God, only thing I fear
Niggas be so wack, they can't hang round' here
I got
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
suppose you didn't hear me"
I said, "How're you?"
Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track
Can you pick and shovel too?
Listen, this hammer swinger's
Cause i can't take anotha moment without knowin
So say it say yes i
Wanna hear you say it out loud
Cuz all i'm thinkin about is laying you down
Just wanna
tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone,
Talkin' bout my grind
Boy don’t you forget your place
Never hear 'em talk that shit nowadays
Watch me pull up in a Mulsanne
Trappin' out a suitcase
Thought
contemplations (Lord have mercy)
So when I bring them to You (please show me the way)
It's like I'm thinking out loud
Please hear me out (ForeverHis)
Standing
fuckin' talkin'
Yellow tape means summers here dumb kays you hear em poppin'
I was g-slidin' down western straight thru fuckin' slauson'
Made a right
play it
y'all better hear it
You a bad mutha (Hush Yo Mouth)
I was only talkin bout yo lyrics
I hang with ballers and gangstas
(Oh
1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas
the quill
I'm not talkin bout Peter though I know that you'd kill
To have him fill up your mouth, take every inch of his star sword
You would swallow him
designed me
I told y'all I just feel it in my spirit
Every time I rap I know that you can hear it
Put my soul into it so I know you can feel it
Look I be
fuck what you thank Like where Bacardi at
Pops was like a figment He was there but shit just not enough
I had to raise the bar all by myself I finally
Damn, Guala, you mixed the hell out of this
Uhh, uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh
Streets talkin', I don't really care to listen, but I hear them often,
Try
we drinkin', I'm gone off the deep end, say "call when you see 'em," I'm lost for the weekend
Still talkin' the evening, but block on my feelings,
yeah
Watch the light lift your heart up
Burn your flame through the night
Whoa, spirit
Watch the heavens open (open), yeah
Spirit, can you hear it
wonder why why you never hear a rhyme
I say we do 'I'm
Till it's done
tears
It's hard to hear
I made it then I leave it
Then I trash it
Why are you bashing?
Then im smashing
In a mansion
This ain't no target
I'm just
amazing
Woo, the way he was talkin', man, I want to hear it
Am I just another lost in the pack?
We for shack ship, you know laugh it off
Years just
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