Lyrics:
triple D's yo chick got B'S
Hittin' my PRs I feel like a beast
Yeah
Hittin' my PRs I feel like a beast
Ryan's unstoppable he can't be beat
Still King
Haha Ryan this is crazy
Haha Ryan this is crazy
I was fourteen when I got in the gang
And I'm still standin reppin' my set
I was raised by og's
the crossroads
Ryan, you need to calm down, your heart rate isn't great, the BPMs are all over the place
It's pumping from 170 to 138, 138 to 180 trace
I was
minutes, it's 4:20 y'all still here
Y'all some punctual ass stoners, alright
Alright, everyone, can I have you all
Wait, I'm sorry
Frank, Frank, get off
intrigued
By rebel, rehab, the overdose, and gravity
I casually just started writing but it wasn't to beats
Even though I knew the Lord, still would search
on with the bread
A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red
How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead
I turn the news
rovasim was a security guard
got shot by the cops for just doing his job
They called a friendly fire but its hard to accept
Since the cop shot
listen to Kelly
I still listen to Nathan
I still listen to Jelly
I still listen to Wayne
I still listen to drake
I'm still chasing a dream
That one day I'm
caught the same clap pop taught me 'bout when I was turning 6
I guess I just wasn't listenin', bet you still couldn't hold a candle to my burnin' dick
My
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
but he left it by the wayside
Competitive to a fault
Had unfinished business with squads he still wanted to halt
Loyal to a fault
Played ball for Pop
by these VV’s I used to rob em
Pretty Little Baby you not Rihanna
You drive me crazy so I look for another
Stop it with the make me just stick your
Nathan Drake
I went three games tryna make a play
I'm still feasting, make another plate
I'm still eating, gotta demonstrate
That I been beasting my better
nearly there,
I've nearly reached the end.
And the wheel keeps turning,
The flames still burning.....
Album art photography by richrad walsh @
Well I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest
He's the featured artist in the devil's chorus
And damn they're looking ugly to me
Damn they're looking ugly
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
Gold digging in my wallet
You better holler at Ross
I'm not copping them all, I'm still shopping at Ross
Still tryna spend a little bit of Mark
bills My time ain't free, my weekends filled
I try my reach, I piece it still Don't try my leaf, that's fine by me
That's fine by me
I feel like I been by myself
For a long, long time
But you're with me cause you're on my mind
I remember when it all went left
Cause I couldn't do
clique
Way uncommon, but we still be like marines
Like Nathan, took me couple years
And I'm perfecting my craft
I'm no layman, I'm adjacent
To my God, I'm
You fell for it, say bye to them, say hi to Ryan mature
I can't (lose) 'cause God won't let me (lose)
Bet against me you can go (lose)
Anybody can
looks
Like they shading my image, fuck
The seats next to my girl are taken by Logan and Nathan
I go to my mates in deep thinking 'bout how wrong she been
to stay, no, she won't catch me dead
I'm too much of an idol, nigga, no Ryan Seacrest
Do it by my V-lone, 'lone
(This is about you, not me)
Alone, alone,
is Ryan Peters but he goes by
"Spose"
We need him to work some hip-hop into Bangor
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