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pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
jalapenos
Now you out of the scene, hoes shot at your clean clothes
My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggas breathe wrong
It's Devils Night (da, da,
to know what you're thinking
Do you truly believe it or are you just simply drifting away
To a detour, feeling you need more
Take you to a place where you
the future then Idk what to ask for
I'm just ah 803 baby, baby forever that!
So Carolina you prolly hear it in every rap...
Not the north, ah southerner til
always be onto me
Breathe fire when i'm spitting
Not on my level bitch please
Life gave me lemons
And all of the juice I'll squeeze
I'll make it
Selling me your crock of shit
Texting me I block your shit
Claiming you work hard and you deserve it it's the opposite
I know what your problem is,
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
check out the album and you know what's
Going on. of course, the single as well.
Schwichtenberg:
Thanks for keeping the faith.
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
a singer and start a singing group. I still remember the song she taught me for the audition.
You are the love of my life, being with you every day. It makes
by your daddy on the porch
Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it's where I wanna be
When the sunset's cutting through
let me walk witchu
Talk witchu, uh-huh, yeah-hea
And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it
But you still held your ground
make it
But you still held your ground and came up out that basement
In the memory of those that we lost, it's deicated
We miss y'all, uh-huh, yeah-hea
you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)
[Chorus]
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)
Y'all
with me I'm on to bigger and better Things
I mad me a family
They told me they had some Dreams
I said let's get it
You need to breathe
Breathe
Breathe
it grab it like it was a soda can
What you talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac
What you
mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
out the bed, told myself it's time to get it
Everyday is what you make it, peep the power of decisions
I'm trying to make some wise ones, but my past
enough to cure blindness
Carolina's finest
You knew that already
And turned to the greatest, I proved that already
And if you would like, I do it twice
keeps on getting to me
Uninspired, my fire is left in the sea
As am I, It is like there's no air left to breathe
But if you can believe
That you can
start to notice happiness don't come from album release
I've been through it before
Can only share with you what I know
To be true, but at the same
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