Lyrics:
Jeans by Amiri on when I'm rocking Republic (designer)
My niggas rockin' in public, they'll knock you down in the public (they will)
Keith just put them
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
Maan, it's all for sure
And could go and when it's gone- (you alone)
Runnin up yo cell phone callin GOD for hope
And who to say that day ain't all for
I'm just working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a perfect carcass
I'm so Crip I go by Celsius like, "What's a Fahrenheit?" (Crip, Crip)
Wen I die I hope C.I.p with Nip, Doo Doo and Semi up in paradise
Feel like
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
got no home training, I'm just tryna give em a lesson, uh
Only two ways, either dead or in jail, need to go pick a better a profession, uh
Drop top in
gates
Lash out running with the dogs why woah?
Not a day goes by that you don't wanna cry
And deep down inside you living a lie
Whatever's facing you put
came down just to die
Suffered then He rised He did it for you and I
Sinners justified made us righteous in His sight
Not by I see I'm wicked go
Where better to go with a two-year-old who
Gets cabin fever when it's raining cold?
Or you could just chill out
No whistles and bells
And read
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
like urban
You never bust rapping just like you a virgin
Under your girl done hitting a belly like a surgeon
A hundred milli gotta get it brrr Birdman
like urban
You never bust rapping just like you a virgin
Under your girl done hitting a belly like a surgeon
A hundred milli gotta get it brrr Birdman
Lost in translation, but we found a way
Tokyo city escape in shades of grey
In this urban jungle where dreams sway
Chasing dreams and a purpose,
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
Empty terracotta but the show must go on
Poet's ink incarcerates so ya host just flows off
Aligned anxiety lines lyin' with self deprecation
As if any day
Yeah, On the last few days of L.A. I got taken into, um, this guys house
And he was sponsored by an alcohol company, quite a few actually
And uh,
DJ Clue
Desert Storm (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Vegas Jones
Roc Nation
The new generation
Let's go
The Roc Boys in the buildin'
That brother's hot like curry, one love to Keith Murray
Rappers like Craig Mack quench my thirst for comedy
I'd love to hang with Red Man but I ain't
to carve u out
Chalk u out... I'm cautious now da opps be too close around Ion talk a lot
Cant go by county market still see Rudy in dat Parking Lot
Tuna bambika, is a song geared towards hard work and urban life. Lanie banks says the youth should work hard but at the same time target their
jammin it's not gone sell
(Lil' Flip)
down south it's rolex and cardiere
we dont go to clubs unless they got a party there
(Redd)
down south 5-0's be
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's all love y'all (3X) what you say?
Intro/Chorus: all, Common
[all] Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive
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