Lyrics:
Pauly in the cut
With two drake's tryina send him up
Two Glock twenty-six yeah I'm loaded up
Nigga run up on me ima have his ass double dutch
Ion
might
Wrench-n-torch welcome sight
Climb that riggin' burn that bolt
Fix conveyors coal dust, smoke
Climbin' here, fixin' there
Hundreds feet up in
enough to spread a rumour
I'm a fuckup, burn my remains
Good at raps though, diss me go super saiyan just saying
I ain't no bitch when it comes to spitting
Anti-Facist
And I will fuck you up if anybody is asking
I got zero tolerance for a racist,
homophobia and all of this fucking fake shit
Made up by
a fucking skater
I cannot trust you hoes
Y'all some hateators
On my two k twenty one shit
Yeah ima boss bitch
He pick me no brainer
Cause you know
I'm on his
I black out
Stop by the center
And I'm back now
Full team
Digitize a brand new sword
Plus 15 to pierce wards
20 Percent to orc hordes
Bow to the new
simply say there's no debate
The music is the only way
I can communicate
But by the time you here this
It's prolly gon' be too late
I never give you
depends on what you thinking 'bout
Are you trying to save the world or is you trying to burn it down
So stick around and you might learn something
Tryna
Been listening to sad songs and the vibes they bring
I'm in my 20's reminiscing bout my teenage fling
I wrote you a song but I wish I could have said it
Man go plan na God go make am come to pass
If e no be then no be your way
Those days I de think say by the time I reach the age of twenty three
I go
a bitch but see me I ain't bitching up...
got me moving by my Doley I don't come 8 deep ... Some Niggas treat me like my loyalty like it's a one way street
my bones and my matter of opinions
Because my brain forgot but my body remembers
You gotta burn to the ground to rise from the embers
Honey, when we
to sign me for 40 they think a nigga a fool
My brother sentence was 20 since then ain't been in the mood
Thought we would learn but we ain't learn we still
a threat, you stood by now its God calling
I'm in the trap don't ask why
Fuck my mom calling
Shit, put me in a position where
I start stalling
Limp, you
Tycoon or go with the boardwalk
I think what matters more is the amount of our turns
The most we've gotten to is 20, but there's a lot more to burn
Should
Jennifer learned at a tender age how boys were willing to pay
Just to stand nearby, hope she'd throw a smile their way
The time they'd burn just
street, I pop a nigga she go on the run with me
Whip a brick, ship a ton with me, twist a wood burn a lung with me
7 bitches in the tub with me, actin
and such precious little time
Can't pretend I'm not defined
By the view of a stranger's eye
However I identify
They just see a black guy
So I'm... damned if
messing with the mainframe
Catch you with these claims, I'ma burn you with these flames
Like I'm Zuko wipe ya' nation, have you leashed up like a dame
Fuck
some pickles
And some mayo in the middle.
But I want it on a raft
And With that extra shingles
Slick backed 4 by 4
Six pack craft singles
With
They try to trace her in the town
Appeal for information on the local news
Someone must have missed her by now
A mother or a father or a friendly
Waiting at the station
Tears filling up my eyes
Sometime the pain you hide
Burns like a fire inside
Look out my window
Sometimes it's hard
You see it dominate the six o'clock news
It's on the cover of your magazines
The television is a horror show
The paper reads like something by
start to spit
Regulate your block no bullshit
Bust a you-turn the tyres burn rubber G
Retaliation of the robberies after me
No aftermath
Instead
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