Lyrics:
The Grand Nash' (Keep going Larry)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash'
To go and bend the block
(For real, for real, for real)
(I'm on my way, on my way)
Had
and swear that a real pimp is his business
Who got the floss and ball to rise and fall
If a bitch want to do it she gon' fuck em' all
Dog, dog what up,
and swear that a real pimp is his business
Who got the floss and ball to rise and fall
If a bitch want to do it she gon' fuck em' all
Dog, dog what up,
of self-defense
He killed my best friend
(Who's him?)
I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside
been a part of that throughout the years
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out
by spirits
I understand no one I do this for my sisters
(Yea)
That is my sister
(Yea)
Oh yes lord I love my sisters
Yeah...
So much sound like dirt today
Turn on the radio and it make you thirst away
Like a dumb bitch lookin' for nerds today
Or like good food, dig
let's go
Why is there a war on CHRISTmas
I thought it was nice
It's the liberals and freaks trying to ruin my night
Again
They worship Satan
And eat
or getting a juice
My minds all loose from this Mary
My bae likes me cuz I ain’t Harry
She asked me if your real name is Larry
(Yep yep yep)
Think again u
to swallow reaching out for my water bottle
Trying to figure what nigga, why, and by who then
Before you know it the other voice told it
It was homie from
just like death is so so real
Jesus is the only truth my bro
Jesus is the only light my sis
Jesus is the only way on God
Jesus is the only way on God
for the sake of contemporary taste
Contemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place (incoming)
Hmm, yo why not be a czar, analyze fallen heroics
you know, real tight
I got to attenuate myself, you know, reduce some of this motherfucking thickness
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Slang, slang
What up, Larry
Time
that some will call their heritage
A burdened soul once searching for liberty
Crowned in debt as the new face of slavery
Died by design with
As good as I can be
Consumed by you
I'll wear this veil of make-believe
Popular
It's what you feel
Is it real?
Countless numbers satisfy
Tick, Tock
If this shit was moving backwards
Would you be right by my side
I'm still looking for the answers
But I still think I got time
I know you worship
I am a god
My phone is a god
This game is a god
This weed is a god
That body's a god
I worship a lot
Don't worship enough
I think i should put more
a bitch
We just tryna get rich
(Numbers, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' at the pain different
(Man, for real)
Go hard, my nigga, we still livin'
My breath's carried
Away by You
Only You perfect me
Only You do I seek
Worship You is what I will do
Worthy, only
You
In the eternal wind
My
beats like Larry Holmes
Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting
Tryin' to pick up, you fuckin' with the archbishop
Defyin' me is
She'll be so mad that i'm getting real bad again
When I levitate too high, I go sit where god is
Feel like Larry Bird, looking back down at my lil garden
done zipped right by
No speeding I don't want a ticket
On the rainy days I really miss it
Going for a ride
Get a kiss goodbye from my wife
Don't really
little friend
Just like that my night come to an end
Strangers in the night, salvation in sight
Keep it safe was my mantra, but this is not a song by
fresh, yeah
Came back, goddamn, double breast, yeah
The suit, that is, the suit, that is
I'm tryin' to make a building for the kids that is
I'm it's
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