Lyrics:
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
one of the stickiest demonic chronic
Already called up my man, so I was all up on it
We got a 20 bag, used 10 to roll the blunt
After that, got hungry
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're
a[00:14.79]Religious guise and pulled by their own whims[00:17.24]It's a tough thing to feel like[00:18.66]Your gifts place you on a stage[00:20.21]When some
hangs a Christmas ornament on this new part of my soul
Like a flag on the moon to tell anyone after him that he had gotten there first
The man splits
always come back to the man-ner.
That's grammar.
Use it punk, big like they clumps.
You versus me equals my car trunk.
[Chorus: x2]
Lissen up,
12 rolling nigga goin' platinum
V12 rolling nigga goin' platinum
Swag like a lighter
And I keep my swag lit
Man I'm on fire
That can't tell a nigga shit
look at me
I'm not the saviour
It's up to you
To face yourself
What price the future
cnd Orwell's dream
cll yours big brother
On twenty two inch
Like my man Cole Porter said
People come through for a few cold waters and
A lottery ticket, just a part of the routine
Everybody's got a job,
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
Mac carries a rumble
Makin MC's tumble
I hates a faker as far as I can see em
So if you be him, then you get lynched by the Legion
[ VERSE 5: Fly
Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was
He had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please!
Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses
We don't leave
game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I come with
But twenty five G's is what I left with
Teatley was the word I heard
I went deep in
I ain't had no sizzys
So I gotta do a footstep
And find some kitties
This is Brum town, man don't get chingy
By the age of fifteen
Man put five
your train roll by?
Nine sixteen and two forty four, twenty five minutes ?til five.
At nine sixteen, two forty four, twenty five minutes ?til five
souvenir
Qu'on finira par engloutir
Wesh la crème est anglaise
La boulangerie est française
V'nez m'admirez quand j'baise, j'ai
Écrit un étrange seize, pute
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
large amounts of different foods.
[Part 2]
[Verse 1]
The beast, he’s quite cool
My favorite Megadeth song is Holy Wars…The Punishment Due
The beast is so
twenty, twenty five misconceptions four
Something you better listen to
At least mo than twenty-two times
Man I been had two thousand twenty-two rhymes
I
must've blinked at the best part
They say your twenties is where it all comes together
I'm still waiting for that to come to be
Twenty-one and twenty-two
Buy my weight when I go grab reloads
In the hood I'm an icon, Figo
Louis V in the trenches, fedora and a pea coat
Two Gs on my off day, I'm Gucci,
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