Lyrics:
with me
My debut album it's all prophecy
No predictions in my knack can't mock me
Got to hear this at least two times then you can copy
by storm
And got all kinds of people buying our album
You ain't gon' quit now you gotta think this through
I got ya back for real son now stop acting
like a waitress
24k 케이스 안에 준비해놔 내 champagne
내 새로운 album is done
새롭게 챙기는 돈
새 옷에 전부다 써 버리고
다시 make a new song
당장 돈이 안돼도 걱정은 없어
왜냐면 The Quiett형이 말했듯이 성과는
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z Annotateon Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here,
Christ, the penalty is death, genius
And you can tell by my face that I mean this
I'm do or die
repeat chorus
I'm do or die, Christ or crack you must
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But
your weakness.
Welcome to our slice of heaven,
Leave your life by the door.
Sing with us and do not question,
You are now one with the four.
Convert
the cure
some days are diamonds, so many are stone
the door of love is open, but you always stayed home
(chorus)
tell me why, tell me why
i'm so afraid
blow me away..
There's a cure y'all
Of that i'm sure
It's just a matter of expressing ourselves.
Get the horns out..
Bet that ain't been done by anyone
and romance and victims of bad chance
The kids who live and die by the knife
So many lives lost but so
Few stories are told
From the tramps on the pavements
I knew that I couldn't wait and he'd walked out the door
So I grabbed the Novacaine and some pills from his drawer
And when I got home I held my heart
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik & Alex Vertel]
I can see nothing through my blurried sight...
Just hear the pain growling from inside...
I feel the needle
I'd like to see you crack crackin' up in my front seat
Leaning over the emergency brake on me.
I'd like to see you shake shakin' by the bathroom door
The soul got sick in never seen ways uncontrolled by the illspiritual rage
A craft was brought to split the visions
Crawling naked on the floor, exorcist
you never make sure
I know the sweets and I go send them in bulk
Why don't they let us to come in the door
I don't need permission I ain't got a boss
There's one covering every door
Don't question me that for sure
This beat hit like a hammer
So I guess that makes me Thor
Ya you want some more
How you
lock your door
They dig until they spot your core
The cops ignore
You buried in the park by the commodores
Navy fleet plunging
We pray the peace coming
I must confess, I am unimpressed
By them numbers on your check
Had to interject
Had it in her neck
Had her in her sweats
Had some winter sex
Bitch
Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all
And Crazy
It's Drama Time[Time]
I'm Gettin' Ten For A Show[Lets Go]
Album Aint Even Dropped
When it's Dropped I'm Gettin' Mo
Wish I Can Go Down Every
you rap, I'm a lifeguard
We gon stop this war, we gon pull up to his door
Now we're gonna mess around and make an album cause were bored
Chanel
sir
If I keep getting over-looked by selection
(Hello?)
I need a beat from Statik Selektah (I do)
Yes, I just switched up the flow
But I didn't mess up
As I can this is my calling
This is what I'm here to do
I'm the best and most honest and I'm pure
My next album will chisel off the door
I break through
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