Lyrics:
need to fix your faces quickly
'for your spirit get eliminated
I've been initiated, strictly by invitation
To the order of the Samurai
So this is sacred
for a long time, and I'm still gettin' money oh
Hol' up, hol' up we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise
Paranoid as a child, blessed to be
new
Today is a great day for just being you
So shoulders back and take a deep breath
Step into the world and give it your best
No one's better at being
Yes in California, you can smoke weed and party To the club, about to get it in At the hotbox Only for the 10 10 dollars at the door? 10 dollar
Coffee on her morning breath with cigarettes and Cinderella
Slips into her glass slippers, socks in the altogether
Recline a dining chair for
and get on tilt
I know it's nothin' for you, the pain to have me killed
I respect the laws of war and love, I live by them shits
Y'all niggas not ready
I no dey denge denge I no dey pose eh
My baby give me biscuit I want sugar
The things you do me bi ojo ba ro kose wi
Bi orun bara bi orun ba ran ko
to strictly takin' over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a heroin fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
And hate them niggas like
Chahu tujhe Har ek pal (I want you every moment,)
Din ho ya ho raat (be it day or night.)
Ishq me pagal dil (In love, my heart's gone crazy,)
Bas
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
It was the third of June
Another sleepy, dusty, delta day
I was out choppin' cotton
And my brother was balin' hay, yeah
And at dinner time
We stopped
time to step
But my grimeys is the grimiest
With love for me pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by
But I
failed
Til I tried again and got paid
Everything happen for a reason
Til the day I'm in a grave
They don't move how I move
So they can't say what I say
I'm
matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits
Get your kibbles and bits, ain't no riddles
I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in
For a second, I'm on some shit, like it was back in the days
When dudes'd really put that thing up to your rib cage
And pull a switch blade, do
plastic saviors
Basis of possession
Rulers participate
Anarchist dominate
Infected by a virus promise of a better
Pay, conception of a master plan
with our perfect crimes
Some day soon we'll put the windows through
Then burn the place where we wasted our youth
Always pining for another face
Always
fold my clothes
Clean my room, organize my cutlery
Like every given day
I've traded my soul for the ordinary
Everything that made me a person
So that i
It's a beautiful day for the race.
Stu Chan is the favorite today,
Assault is in there,
Dog Biscuit is three to one,
Safety Pin has been
Well I rehearsed for the verse and I'm number one
Not the best, not the worst, cause my name is Run
And I'm second cause I wreck it, that you want
you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon' be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin' banks
I'm a fiend for
It's all day! And I can't
Stop thinking about it!
You know, I got that pussy on my mind!
Always on my mind, always on my mind
Not a day go by, that it
that hardly work, go to work
Like a slave on a hot day, with no water
Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up
Jakes that play hero,
the color, most people can't do this shit
I used to fit the pieces of the puzzle all together
Now I bring umbrellas for the ever-changing weather
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