Lyrics:
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Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
I was down bad sippin' that lean
I was down bad in the backstreet
I was in the trap like "God, come and save me"
I was in the trap with no daddy
But
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Wit another heavy Chevy
Big dope boys and trap
All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flying
But I stay down to I
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
to the backstreet boys
On a Sunday afternoon
She said she loved me and
She kissed me softly
Sometimes the love will find a way
To a place where it's never be
and hate
We gotta stop before it's too late
From the backstreets we shall rise
Taking over by surprise
Underdogs from the edge of town
Get up now or you're
to buy the boat
All that money coming in I'm about to buy a goat
Little bitch feeling on the stick, I grab her by the throat
Why the fuck you hit me phone
Scum, scum, scum, scum, ayy Yeah, they regard it all like that
Still worried of backstreet We not gon' shoot you up
We just clownin', eatin
I was
Kenny Silvers
The boy who disappeared,
Kenny Silvers
The boy who disappeared
Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day
Chasing his
trenches with the crack, swallow dope, shit the sack
If you frontin' it, come back, if I front, you bring it back
Turn a bird to a Benz, park a Benz by
you acquire those Alaia's
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
'm not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
Molly (hah)
Green Card from that visa (Green Card from visa)
Get caught and she leave (get caught and she leave)
By example, I lead (by example, I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I
to life than sayin' I figured it out?
Is there more? Yeah
Sweeter the berry, the blacker the juice
The boy is back in the booth, ready to tap into
super size it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
how you gave Eminem VD (agh)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's
with them boys, no backstreet
COZYMOB not a regular band
One thing about being a man
They cut off my feet, I'ma walk on my hands
Gotta listen more
(Yeah)
Try acid and get your butt pumped out like I did
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Backstreet
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