Lyrics:
the worth
Of the person is made
By the social numbers on the site
Sam Rockwell will know that's not right
Stabbin' our friends in the
Back like Jason, nah,
life that
I should be ashamed for
8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store
Dope fiends bobbin there heads
With a vien tore
Walk with the steel
dans la fast life
La guerre en prime-time
Chargeur extensible, on a retenu son Snap
On a retenu sa carte (ça paraît trop facile)
Khapta en by night,
want to do slash have it all
Because you have no impulse control
So before you snap, tag, like, or god forbid call
Here is my advice
Stop
When you
A musical
And nothing's as amazing as a musical
With song and dance
And sweet romance
And happy endings happening by happenstance
Bright lights, stage
of the trumpets, blowing across the heavens
It's calm, prepare, for the storm, of the seven
Shabazz, the Disciple, the holy, exalter
Condemning those, who
transparent
These types are not hard to come by or get
Ass-kissers to protect a paycheck
Gomer Pyle stays behind the steering wheel
Leavin homicides to him,
Written by, Kenzo Cregan
Produced by, David Hopkins and Kenzo Cregan
Tracking engineer: Jeremy Ferguson
Mixing and mastering: Robert Root
Lead
toward
Greatness, carry forward, i salute you
Dodging devils by design
Should be a crime the way my
Words revolve around the rhyme
Moms nagging swear i
until we blow
Tryna keep my distance tryna keep it on the road
No drive by we gon walk em down stand in the middle of the road
Rolling woods gon patch it
I'm like Drake before the fame
I'm living life, I'm state to state up on these planes
I'm from the north but I'm inspired by the place they swang
trying
Life requires dying to self
What else?
Life over death i'm moving in stealth
They say health is wealth
I'm so mentally wealthy
Don't tempt me
Seven
Whiskey
For seven years, a rollin' wheel
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy oh
The more I held her, the more I loved her
Nancy
and the prism of three-dimensional prison
I walk through the liquid of the Seven Rivers
And deliver rhyme schemes that cut like verbal scissors
Or arrows
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
to push my record gold
Keep money comin' is somethin' but what's the real earning
I blaze the weed and love it to keep the wheels turnin'
So what's up
7TH ROW CENTER FIELD YANKEES DOWN BY ONE |I HEARD THE CRACK OF THE BAT THAT GAME WINNING HOME RUN|I STRETCHED OUT MY ARM PRAYING IT WAS LONG
the mail
My bitch, she like Chanel, got all the bags and all the heels
Where I'm from they like to kill, keep that chopper by the wheel
I seen some niggas
back
(But I fell back) these bitches ain't shit
I thought I'd tell that
(Thought I'd tell that)
Pulled up slow, I had the Bs on the wheels
(Ah) left my
say whatever to the bitch
She think I'm runnin' game
Hit the time, one day
I came out with a hundred K
Large seven mile, off a seminary
It's just me
niggas hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' Jake on my trace, I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel
I WAS USING MAMA'S ROLLING PIN
WHEN I HAD THE THOUGHT
THAT THE WHEEL WAS NOT
INVENTED BY A MAN.
CAN’T YOU LAUGH ABOUT THAT KIND OF THING?
HAVE SOME
and stumblin' off six 40s
By the time I see my homie, ABK, up at the party
Chillin' with seven hoes and they sell toes
Or they dream about sex and those in
a hand,
The education paid in full, as planned
Did you hear, they say, the ground they walk's always been holier than mine.
- Oiling the wheels with fire
.jpg/300px-Mitch_Ryder(ThKraft).jpg "Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels")
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