Lyrics:
Party time show time
Cool DJ Jimmy Jatt
You already know
Guess who is in here
2Face Idibia
Burna Boy and of course Sound Sultan
Wanna see your hands
would come to this, man?
Quicksand is what this life feel like
That shit these rappers kick is nothin' like real life
You made a milli off of servin'
would come to this, man?
Quicksand is what this life feel like
That shit these rappers kick is nothin' like real life
You made a milli off of servin'
taking a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened
potent (yeah), legalize it
Give a nigga freedom, I got the pre-rolls, no leak holes
Baby, if you need them, get your life and your mind right
By myself
whole life on everything you like
Is it obvious that all of this is right?
'Cause it's been three years and six whole months since I saw your face that
venture
This crew is of less than seven
Wear your love like heaven
Be my lucky number seven
Seven, seven, seven, seven
I wanna wear your love like
you in the tank next to junkies getting sick
Replace the buss down and put shackles on your wrist
where'd them diamonds go ?
Jewler won't give u half
life is so real, they dog me in and bring me home nine-trey
Took the city on my own crime raid (N.Y.C.)
Invadin' clubs, with brazy bloods (tell 'em)
the war is on
Break a bitch shoot a snitch
Fuck a trick get your grip
Smoke some dank pass some drank
And get off into this gangsta shit
Laying fools
different day
Certified lover boy ever since 7th grade
Baddest of bitches all up in my resume
All of my homies by my side life is good this shit must be
a glock
Like i'm the 7th path of pain i'm here to bleed the block
And you gone be dead when they get here you don't need the cops
Yung boy moving quiet but
my life
My soul has been caught in the mix of your plague hardened
Callous I've been stung by bees forfeited courage keeps me in need
My life is
life
My soul has been caught in the mix of your plague hardened,
Callous I've been stung by bees forfeited courage keeps me in need
My life is
paid
I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy mayne
I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
(Ha ha ha
abandoned the kid
Met this drug kid, set him up and slid
Now she 23 full blown in the mix
Sizin' up wits than more cliques is gettin' chips
She down for
death, is just the side of a good Christian
And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life lived it in life
And I take it step by step, but I take it
multi platinum, multi diamond nigga from the south
Everyday after high school walked a couple ah miles to the church on 7th
Taught myself music
Cuz
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
We in them four-by-fours
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own (let's
Records representative]
What time it is then, right?
[James A. Smith]
It's time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs
And really let
freeze.
The axis of the earth is titled at a perfect 23 degree angle and it's no mistake that it is.
This allows equal global distribution to the rays
PITT
25th, September 1967
Dear Sandra
When I called in this, my manager's office
A few moments ago I was handed my
Very first American fan letter
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you
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