Lyrics:
the man have been cloning
Who's doing it like this unsigned?
See your real friends there when it's crunch time, I bet I'm punching yours if you punch mine
anybody knowin' and I would press record
And these people would wail away on each other man they would really go at it
And I captured it on tape. Also I
‘em all air bruv
See me in the bits, where’s your clique full of the killers you say you got backing it
Need no boo man I munch MCs like I’m Majin
because
You have a gun, Dawg
You can shoot first, and you'll feel like
A man up until your time comes, Dawg
Tell them I won't last forever
This process
are
Ain't gotta rush into shit, being in love is too hard
I'm tired of all these flashin' lights, girl we should just fuck in the dark
Once you let
was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a dis well like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they
when I walk in
Smelling like I got a drag line
I just got a pack in the morning
I'm try'na get it gone by lunch time
Try'na get it gone by noon
No
seemed to understand what the old man felt.
On its head there was something highly bright,
Like an intense and comforting jet of light,
Which made
the time?
Like, who got your best interest?
Like, how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they love you? And who pretending?
How tough
but my momma say he phony
I'm giving her the look like "yeah right, that's my homie"
Years past by made my money grew bigger
Now these niggas in your
and put your phone right
Bright, shimmer, lights, flicker
All this light, let it, shimmer
I had to glow up, I had to show up
I got the light now,
or have it your way
France, Spain, Switzerland, and Norway
While you were in the local scene still tryna block the door ways
We rocked Germany, Portugal
like a Pisces
We can be fair with the prices
It just depends on your vices
What ever you want we can light it
Whenever you talk we can type it
told on me
Rumour is these niggas wanna roll on me
They hate my name, caught no body
It’s peak now, the hit mans owed money
Run up in your car like
once was turn to so dime
I plead with all your mistake, one by one you pull the weed off my brain
I have no strength to regain no time for you to explain
set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four
bathing suit
And told her try it
Replied, while with these light brown eyes
I'm shopping for a lady friend about your size
She put it on so I paid for
scenes
That means your talk is cap
Cause the way I act make me grab my Mac
I fire back at your windows
All I need now is a little bit of info
Crushed by
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
Like self, creative or made
In our predecessors' wake
Those who couldn't share
Our vision for our people
It's time we don't forget"
As we chant these
baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if
the pair, by the three (By the pair)
Chopper soundin' like a snare in a beat (Like a snare)
I'm from the A, I love your ass, it's a peach (Peach)
Where I'm
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