Lyrics:
Jungle cats rise up and assemble.
You dont have to cock you glocks back
To be radical like the spot cats
So stop that, ill turn your matchbox into a box
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
feet shawty thought I was a broom
I'm a dark nigga (aye), call me Game & Watch (so dark)
Know I stay lit like a matchbox (hot)
Back in twenty-ten had
twenty-twenty-two
Caught unaware, oh how little I knew
Excruciating pain was about to ensue
All through my whole spine, could barely move
At a time when burn out was
COMMENTATOR 2:
Now it gets interesting. Von Hassel there showing good concentration, getting two treble 20s, putting Evans under a little bit of pressure now.
With his glass up to my mom, toasting this Guinness
And we on (we on)
Good music, it lies in the ambiance
When we leave here
Will these words live
boys live
A nick for Abraham Lincoln give me a high five
Niggas with no storage gon flip the channel man
I got them green and them orange Alexander
sono Otto di Catania
3:I am Otto, I am Otto from Catania
1:suno rivatto roma ventianiva
2:son arrivato a Roma vent'anni fa
3:I came to Rome 20 years ago
fuckin that shit up by the day a dozen donut Krispy Kreme your girl she know me by name
Wow
You lucky I'm a good guy Cause I been doing donuts round
he get he showin' off his new dance moves (ha!)
Good to see my nigga home gettin' back to a bag (Shmoney)
If her show is called "The Red Table"
to come back from the past
Without me havin' to manifest through this fly livin' (I miss my niggas)
My nigga Fuji was the heart of mine, Tragic Allies
but heeyyy, we all live by the rules,
of the game we play
day to day, death is a possiablity
the way I play, feds stops you from killin' me
it's too hot
And eatin' from cans
But ya can't call me homeless, friends
Cause I live in a van they call it
Vanlife, I been told this
It's a fine life, I've been sold this
yeah)
Jet black Cadillac
Growin' on them twenty somethin'
Tall bag off the yack alpines steady bumpin'
Four five on the side
Tucked by the seat heater
from my grip
So I never take a bitch back to the place that I live
I can show you how to ball and bitch im only 5'6
Just remember bad bitches like to use
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
estate, I buss a smile
International, that's how I'm comin' now
Mortgage on the yard like twenty-two hundred
But the rent's got it covered by a country
I've got a good foundation
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
Not supposed to win by nature
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
There
shit
Wreck others lives dont give two Shits
I'm on the run in my coupe
Dont know if they gon be shootin
I dont know if i am suited
Cannot listen to what
from my Lord
And He has given me a good sustenance from Himself
Shall I pollute it by mixing it with unlawfully earned money
I do not wish unlike you
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
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