Lyrics:
my high breakin' rules
You got ya P's mixed up
You ain't no pimp
You's a forty
I spit for major mix
While you make tapes for ya homie
be a good story
No one cares You feel this good energy
Fck the fame United by el duende only
Ce qui me ronge c’est ma nature, c’est dans les ronces
Girl we need to go, can't be standing here
Heard you was alone, I'll take you there
You mix me with a clone, did they treat you fair
The scent of my
leave ya dead n walk away like its nothin
Homies come and homies go only the real ones will stay
Shoutsout to j shoutsout to t but just forget about k
you know
Protect your energy 'fore they fuck around
And stab you right in your back, you know
I got no enemies
Only haters that I leave in the past, you
ain’t basic but thats only if you let me
Everything I say I promise you it’s all facts
And everyday I pray that ima get my heart back
Why you leave me
win
And tell me leave da fuck niggas alone
When they wan be my friend
You cross me once won’t cross a again
You up that bitch I buss you friend
You
The morning sky was the only thing
When the sun comes up and the darkness fades
Birds start to chirp in the early spring
It's the same as me and you
conjure, as I pen my shit like a scholar
Set the precedent, now I got you at the edge of a precipice
And it's a long way down
By my estimate, you're bound
leave behind
How am I supposed to love you when I'm like this
Just skin and bone and a few drops of blood
I'll try keeping quiet; they say ignorance is
Wi-Fi codе phone, baggin' still
You don't even need that 'cause
After I break ya back
Only thing you worried 'bout's
What I'm playing next
You impressed
like you got it all
And you ain't got shit but a image to uphold
You niggas can't, do it like me
Mix that Baccarat with the Creed
Something bout me
Round.
It is, like, out there. I mean, gross.
Look! She has just so... Black!
I like big butts an´ I can not lie.
You otha brothas can´t deny.
That when
on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask 'em after ten miles in his galashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder
on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask 'em after ten miles in his galashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder
And how could he leave something behind
If nothing could be brought
Now this was quite a puzzle
And he knew not how to start
When he suddenly felt a prayer
lie when I saw with my eyes yeah
Ain't fucking you there's only a few
They leaving by one it's never been new
I ain't going to love another bitch
but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by
with you
Then leave you hanging in a room with a noose aye
By the way I been a slut for a minute
I been busy picking up on all your clues aye
Picky
break down that swisher
I'ma fill it up wit weed, I'ma blow it like a mista
Ain't no smokin' wit me mane, ain't no smokin' wit me mista
When you leave
up with a kid before her moneys stored and they gon
Never do the things they ever thought they sposed to do the
Only time they get alone is when they
popularity contests was fly
When ya name holds some weight and you feel it as you walk by
And all these niggas want some sort of association with me
And chicks
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
back
And yo, big ups to all my sisters, in the name of rap
Cause when it comes to hip-hop, you know you gotta keep it true
Take from the old, mix it with
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