Lyrics:
it's rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage by myself, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred B's,
manitee he's always on his spot donation
I An am in a free bahito, come to puma Al-Lat
An eye of Al-Lalat the broom is in the mothershine
Fall upon Ayesha
Yeah
Uh huh
Let's do it like this
The only thing I want more than happiness
Is to remove myself from the past
Clear the path that I've traveled
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown like E.T.
Makes me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, I'm doin' it, freakin' more fame
Than
from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
Wherever I go
I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I have to stand out from all the rest
Whatever I do, wherever
I might go up to that bitch and I ain’t comin' back
Coming up in here you gotta come with facts, nothing less, get it off ya chest
I been spinnin' out
bitches treat us less than that
So when we snap and clap at you bitches know you warrant that
Slavery taught a lesson that I think is vile
Black mother
argument number one
Laced with sin and guilt from fame is overweighing the fun
My second line is blinkin' now you gotta hold on
Imma leave you with
manifested
So understand we positive as could be
The vision is still intact, the show is fresh out of seats
Boy it's never going south 'less we down in
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
boy
And the fall down mean you fall off through the fall out boy
Watch us go from boys to men
Show you my evolution had the voice within
I just wish
I won’t fall for the jook
This one is all for the books
You shoulda popped years agosmack start
Wit’ the looks but today? The revenge
Trust dawg
Drop Tha Beat, hear me out time to lemme know
The crown is mine and yes you already know
Money man Fame yo that's what they call me
Run around town
this far without no repercussions
So when they see we on, boy I bet you see me stuntin
Cause I played by the books, and never sold my soul for money
They
lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough
More or less do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my
than one reason for leaving (watch out)
It's time to close shop
Open new chapters (come on)
See new beginnings is what I'm after
Get your skeletons
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
was less than
Don't you lay a finger on my blessing
Boy I was formed by a god
Walking around with the mortals
I don't belong here won't be long here
thought shit out kid
I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem
They made a lot of money, they money never made them
The game of survival is filled
to con-trol, they study what I said
Dig it - my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic
I'm known to spit somethin' that these MC's hate
I couldn't care less what
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