Lyrics:
own
Just call it an act of love
Protect the criminals
With Victims by the score
By taking our guns
They’re making us wards
To a State of Confusion
In
She can prolly get a picture or something
But she ain’t getting any dick from lee
Told you I don’t really fuck with the slut shit
And I ain’t keeping
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
to Miami for the album so you know it's poppin
We on the water wildin
Living by the code of silence
She flickin up and all my niggas hiding
Rodney doing 95
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
heatin' up, it’s getting spicy
You know I never take my craft too lightly
You wanna be the goat? I say precisely
The fam in the front row like Spike Lee
I’m
so you're out on
The Yeezus tour right now which, first
Your album is awesome the live show sold
Out at Staples on Saturday night
You got another one
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
to encounter with my counterparts
On how to burn the block apart
Break it down into sections
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes, others use injections
don't fuck around (Uh, uh)
Fuck around
One of my guys come and buck you down
Gun you down, shoot up your
Corner with a hundred rounds, yeah
The sound
Alert! This is a trigger warning! Alert!
After careful examination and review by the
Trigger Warning Society of America
This album has been
and he should be right with you
Thanks. It's uh, this door right here, right?
Mm-hmm, thank you
Grab a seat
Thanks I'm Dave very nice to meet
Dave, what
leather seats with old wooden sides
[Fabolous]
Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
Homies be the haters imma hit em with it later
Hated by my neighbors cause we cooking with the flavor
Got some homies in the city they ain't got no
seats next to Spike Lee, I had to purchase
Later we met on Tavern on the Green and after we dined
I said "I got to have you just one time", she said
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
Four platinum albums, do the math, baby
When you gettin' money, life is fast, baby
Count it up until I can't feel my fingers
Count it up again like I
Feels Right
Written by: Jared Lee French
V1:
I heard something today
by the way, by the way
Never thought you'd be the one to stray
and go away, go
Cause of Death by Obituary
Reekomposer vocals Tony Reviere
With the dying body dead
With the dying the coming rotting
With the dying the coming rot
don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa
Its go time you know...
All You have is your name....
LEE RECORDS!!!!!!
All white Tennis shoes while wearing a tennis chain
Show no love like
Back with my wife in Tennessee
One day she came to me
"Virgil, Look, come see! There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Well I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't
to get you off my mind (Mind)
But I know I want you in my life (Life)
So please stay by my side (Side)
We gonna slide
In the studio with a vibe (With
the weekend, I’m gonna smoke some high grade
I walk on a red carpet, stained by the blood
of an angel with blue eyes!
Who the fuck can you blame? By
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