Lyrics:
foul
Nigga that's bitch shit
Tech N9ne you dissed it
But they missed it
Told me that you sold 200,000 with pride
But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo
Story of my life... Yeah!
1st VERSE
Me ne me boys, sika nni yɛ botom a, kɔm tumi de yɛn saa ma y'ani peepee.
Adwendwen n'adɔɔso nti yɛntumi nnyɛ
lo que se olvida.
Traman por la vida
Yo "Truman - A sangre fría"
Son troncos como Medina
Yo truncando sueños, mira
"True Honey - Bahamadia"
Track by
your death by crossin' out your tag
Then they go and brag that they took another life
Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife?
Trife
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
it up, you would've thought I was a Libra how I put the piff on scales
Piff like kelp, touching on me like braille, you know it's tight like jail
lynched
I been hanging by the rope, all good starter kit
Aye, Starter kit
I just need the work, need the scale plus a whip
Money in equation no problems
Aye real story,
Real life, real rap (big boss)
Cutthroat
I'm on the block with a scale, (yea) got a glock with da mail (yea)
I'm in the yard,
had a clue you won’t gon’ be in my life
Did it out the blue I still don’t know how we died
I was worried bout yo wrongs ain’t see you trynna' do right
I
of a healer
So much magic, in her ladyfingers
Calorie scales balanced like a Libra
Elves trees for self, we kept it, Keebler
Eating eatable, light
tidal waves
Crying ravines on the landscape, tipping the Libra scales when
Thought concludes millennia of meditation
In basements where dungeon-dwellers
through life,
That boy Max is faded but I'm Captivated
By the ass that's shakin here Tonight,
Got this man awake plus I'm Activated,
Adderall & then a vic,
wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life
I run laps
Life’s bitter sweet, but I’d run it back
I remember my first pound
Cherry pie in that turkey bag
Broke it down, all by the ounce
Made
and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads
Drink up, ye 'earties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho,
and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads
Drink up, ye 'earties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho,
get it by the morning
I got that hammer wit me nigga know that im on go
These hoes dont love you nigga they gon take yo life
Beggin on my knees I put
se
Kanya re kuwari ka ni kade nahi jhakya se
Soch poch rehen sehen high rakhda
Thake ne yo chora re tabhai rakhda
Tempu bandeya te door re yo bhai
Yup
Break down the bail
Don't no scale
Yo trap not up to par
He sick as hell
Ain't getting no mail
Onions by the jar
Like we got groceries for sell
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
the sweats with the scale and the deuce
Thought it was sweet, no wifi no truce
I pull up with racks niggas thinking I'm Bruce
Living life in the fast lane
I do
I mean em well
Went by Steaz in the streets BRANDON CHRISTIAN SCALES
Don't forget to add me to every social site
Tell em how we made it through every
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
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