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on the rattlesnake trail.
Going to be with wolves in winter
Run in angry packs by day.
But when you give a dog a bone,
He has to be alone
Growl, keep
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
I am so excited to embark on this journey with you
I hope it to be a lifelong one for us, but let's start with this first album and go from there
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
tales.
The cat is walkin' in the sun.
All the pebbles I have seen,
Precious stones for Colleen.
Every minute I pass through
With the grooves spent with
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
Float the highway
I'm saying no more
I do it my way
Or I'm out the front door
Making big moves
Out the airplane
Throwing slick grooves
I stay in my
on her shirt
Had to have it with a hot seven-up bottle or you went up the
Wall?
Oh! howie...
What's the deal, mama?
Howie, all that's true, howie
I'm crafting a new heart.
From the ashes, from the dark, I rise like a morning lark,
Ready to fly, reach the sky, on this journey, I embark.
(Step by
me and I wanna feel the groove
Yeah that's why I gotta be with all my B.Boys in the move
Keepin' movin', keepin' movin' on the floor!
Dancing
Everything it all happen
To me too
Being so famous
And loved by everyone
I just can't help
This journey that I'm on
This show gotta make it a good one
How
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
like it used to be
When it was an old back road with an old school beat
Cowboy boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
heart
But dope cartels would emerge
Bloody shirts on niggas while thеy hollerin'
'Til their lungs don't work
Figures I еnd up with a
Scarred memory of my
knots
It's not over run through these stops
Time is ticking by the fathers clock
Past the point of war cuz that's what the devil wants
Come with me
Come
shirt that I got for free
My baby do Equestrian on top of me
Before anything I just need to breathe
Deeper than the ocean now I flow with ease
My baby do
RELENTLESS!
Album done, so now It’s a Wrap!
Another genre that takes me back
Bear with my accent, I have no choice
Wish I could sound like Melle Mel,
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
chambers of these monuments
Of secret doors moved by an unseen force and of implacable sentries who guarded the secrets of the temples with dour tenacity
heart
But dope cartels would emerge
Bloody shirts on niggas while they hollerin'
'Til their lungs don't work
Figures I end up with a
Scarred memory of my
Hahahahahaha
Watch out!
Geyeah! As we take a journey to the darkside (watch out!)
From hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed
me
Esau, esau
Can't go by a man in this shirt
Go buy a man in that shirt
Can't go by a man with brain grass
Go by his long long eye gas
And I
me
Esau, esau
Can't go by a man in this shirt
Go buy a man in that shirt
Can't go by a man with brain grass
Go by his long long eye gas
And I
Sitting on the Jeep
Listening to Yeek
Watching the sunset just as it peaks
T-shirt weather, I ain't worried about the heat
With my phone plugged in,
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