Lyrics:
I am a forester of this land
As you may plainly see,
It's the mantle of your maidenhead
That I would have from thee.
He's taken her by
No, that one's Jerry Seinfeld
That one's John Lennon there
No, the Dakota
The San Remo is up a few blocks
Have you been inside the Museum?
We
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West
End up dying from
bitch, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
We do it big bitch, we do it big
I'm into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist
My loyalty
dry
Could you find it inna yuh heart
To give me one more bly
I won't abuse the situation
This time I won't lie
By mi nightly conversation
Also mi
life
Lord have mercy!
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin'
bitch, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
We do it big bitch, we do it big
I'm into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist
My loyalty
used to live with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some from my
up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William
sold out
Before she even though of putting it out
And John, who was never the quiet one
Makes all his press contributions from his old songs
In tune, in
gave him one
Not the cididy one, nigga try to hit him up
Now you wanna get him up, set it up and wet it up
Now from the hood, checking niggas
Guts be throw up sipping on rum
We sing from the creed of a begger's last son
Cash fast fun, no life undone
Take what you need son cause you daddy made
to party, live it up, pop Don and Cris
In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist
Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix
We rhyme to kick
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us but ya
who surrounded, just wasn't about it
And yeah it was all fake, maybe it's all faith
Building it up till I'm touching the sky
I am a legend so I'll never
by firing John
Who now wonders when his life will begin
Ain't it confusing to search for the will and learn
When you find it that you've lost your
went top ten
And god willin we'll do it again
It was a long hard road believe me
People tryin to steal from me and deceive me
But that's cool, you live
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
you a chain
Bitch, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the fuck up
Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
Cause you's
(surface)
Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous
I like the way you keep up with your earnings
Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'
I fuck you from
Usually I'm calm though but when it come to long dough (uh-huh)
I don't aim for the vest, hit you from the face up (blah)
When it's in a palm dough turn
nigga, we done built this
Shit from the ground up now, homie
Believe that daddy, it ain't no looking back from here, we too strong
And that's the only
me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna fuck
Both
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