Lyrics:
best now I'm sick
Fuck and I don't know what to do
Seven billion but not one like you
Ain't it crazy how we built for
Two years but it took ten
Seconds
no traces
I'm the ace to shovels
So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!)
Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong
Where you think
{Big Mike:}
Playin with cake for the 19nigga7
Fo sho
Knawmean?
Big daddy style
{Big Mike:}
Now come and get a glimpse of this
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
love
Who killed Kobain?
His girl or pain?
I got a year till I'm turning twenty-seven
I got a manic whore and a healthy habit
I've been fucked by labels
The devil's got Bugattis for sale
Benz truck, Porsche, Maseratis as well
Bitches by the boatload, filling up your coke nose
Hope we don't end all up in
side ways through the town
Suckas want fo' 'cause I hit they block for a second round
Lets who ride and buck these suckas down quick
Pop in the clips
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
the couple of Saturdays
I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
Seven hundred years since I came here
You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
I
the couple of Saturdays
I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
Seven hundred years since I came here
You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
I
The indestructable bobby steel's is here
[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa john m.d.
Full metal jackets
'cause'
of Reimers
Born happy but seven months grown
Urine issues came in the form of Phimosis
So of course, as parents would do
Took 'em to the doctor to get
Smoking by my lonely lonely
Ak forty seven for the hate
I'm counting Yoshi
Talking to my nigga for the pain
The devil want me
Leave it
of Reimers
Born happy but seven months grown
Urine issues came in the form of Phimosis
So of course, as parents would do
Took 'em to the doctor to get
a long forgotten glory
Down in good old ancient Crete,
Where true lovers meet.
Instrumental Solo
The first year was just passing by when Mary realised
keep it by side
By my side
Keep it all the time
All the time
Never when when and why
When and why
Or who the fucking guy
Cah dem laughter loud and wide
the whippings
Seven times for them nights
Eight times for expenses
For all them nights a motherfucker couldn't afford shit
From project chicks to models that
conversation by the bridge on the bench it was special
It's funny how we fell so deep in such a short time
We would go halves on a date it weren't all mine
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
been
Still I can't believe the way this first year has flown
Still you catch me by surprise, when I look in your eyes
When you turn and say that you love
loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked
Twenty-four a day, seven days a week
Now when you're driving in your four by four
And you turn this up on your stereo
Whether night or day
Non-stop you'll
Four pounds and nines blast at the same time
Thinking is my life on the line really?
Can't afford to second guess overcome by the stress
Got to move
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