Lyrics:
in the hood, come find me nigga
Y'all niggas need to (come and see me some ti-time, time)
It's your boy Fame y'all (it's-it's-it's seems)
Sing it
gubben för kroppen
"It's a very old whiskey my boy" sa han då
Och så plira han smått och slog i
Och så sjöng vi en visa som började så
"I was born by
clean 'em, just like Old Spice (pssh)
The pie was big enough but them boys ain't wanna cut me no slice (no slice)
You too aggressive with the dick,
appointed by a pimp named Snow Cap
White boy, skinny frame but his dough fat
He had the cars, the fame, the clothes, the broads
The name, the jewels,
right into your damn jaw
Taste the fury of the black fist
Truly giving bars like the jury do the black kids
This ain't a game boys, purely for
the magic is dead
And what becomes of little boys who're lost inside their head?
Well, if you don't receive the message
Then you'll know that I have
The world been through some things and we gotta find solutions
Yea by any means Martin Luther ain't the only one
We got many dreams
We got many kings
We
on that
2019 it's a new year, old emcees still trynna make a come back
I was with Big Zuu, doin up Tour life, gal wan’ kick it like Mortal Kombat
Fans in
Easy to put off notes in thugs harmony
Speak to his insecurity, acting so irresponsibly
And it's further impacted by the fact that you respond to me
by a bunny
And I'm usually a playboy
Either play or get played like a Gameboy
Had my niggas laughing at me
So blinded by lust
That i couldnt see
I
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
down
Just a sweet little somethin'
To put my arms around
What's a guy gotta do
To get a girl in this town
I had an old man tell me boy if you were
make it rain
Just living life with no wife but I'm surrounded by dames, ay
Might be taken but they boys can't hang and I do it like it's no thang
I'm
to prove my worth That’s why these old heads respect Me
I lost myself and disappeared found Very few even missed me
So by the time I came back through
bitch like a dog
He sending the lyrics to songs
Yeah I read the texts while I drilled his lil bitch
This mo’fucka sending old pictures and shit
I almost
up, Turn me way up) i see my boy Kev
I see a lot of cameras in
My motherfucking face right now
(yeah yeah, and you are all
About to witness)
What's up
tell him stop talkin,
Boy ya head, i get up close to my door,
You wake up theres nothin your 20 yrs old.
(CHORUS)
You betta not waste my time,
I got
the dope and now Im serving 'em that
Lil skinny boy Suburban attack, tryn'a copy but they version is whack
I ain't never gonna buy no Gucci, it's whatever
off the champagne, I get it poppin' boy
Coming straight from the D-E-L, I'm the realest though
And by now you know what the deal is bro
Keep your social
To see a couple old friends come up to me and talk
Class a little awkward, stare at the SmartBoard
Had to go and make new friends or I'll be bored
Met my
the magic is dead
And what becomes of little boys who're lost inside their head?
Well, if you don't receive the message
Then you'll know that I have
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
world
Surrounded by bullshit boys and bullshit bitches
Better murder they own people before they come up
And that's why I be mean muggin every son
drama
Don't go finding a reason, Look
Don't get your ass ran
Over by these gangsters
Snatch your chain and don't give it
Back until you pay us
Bricks
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