Lyrics:
with a live band
Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand
I just want to move around
And keep it versatile
But tonight some kid took it personal
I
block lyrics Cause these arts are martial
My thoughts given by space ain't it awesome
Talk, walk different now they think I'm martian lost ones listen ya
Hehe, yeah
Oh I see, I see that's how it goes down
You see I ain't talking no more man (Naw)
I'm just biting faces (Naw)
Yo, see me chilling
for him
Okay, one false move
His whole family fucking vacationing
Fuck it, man i swear to God that they
Ain't ever saying shit
They coming with the 45
got addicted to the cash
Cameras on every phone, got 'em addicted to the flash
Picture it. I was last, hustlin' glass by the gram
Now I'm handing
'Round the way work, jewels in the ground, hit the pay dirt
Love is love, you in good hands, Dennis Haysbert
Openly protected by who you be neck and neck
faster
By my age Sean already founded Napster
But everybody got their pace
Wisdom from the old age
Modern day stay in yo lane
But I want all
Selina Kyle
and forever more,
If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus,
Believe in your heart that He rose from the grave you will be save yo, I ain’t gone preach
drenching me with heavy pours
Fly me, dry me off
And set me down in every store
I'ma change the world by making people move
Like Henry Ford
I don’t know
nation
U.S raping, segregation, black people still owed reparations
The police keep on shootin us
Get more pay then move on up
The U.S system is trash
If
you like, you by yourself
And you just cruising on the highway man
Yeah this, this got me thinking
Uh, I'm smoking on that cat piss
Swerving
today I'm by myself and I don't even feel alone
Like to smoke cigs every time I feel the outside
Like to play chicks but get mad when they get new
full
Fuck a nigga bitch like a nympho
Been in the streets since the info
Draco make 'em duck like limbo
Leave 'em stretched out, no limo
(Yo money
alright haaa
Oeh don't get too confused I just gotta do what I do
I say fuck you if you don't approve how I move
Just me and my boo making plans on how
bolt on my back woah
S A B that's my pack yo
Big business big money moves
Ima preach that that on tracks bro
Lyric genius eh I'm aight
Up all day till
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
to shine, sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing
me back to life
(Only the strong will survive)
Hey yo if I die press play to bring me back to life
(Verse Two)
Riding around in a hoop smoked out
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
Well I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on wait
Call up the krew, hook it up.
what you don't have so far neither one's happened
But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
That
living in a move and feeling life Tarantino
Corleone, I'm trying to get my De Niro
Works some long nights and I don't need a cappuccino
All falls down when
like Chubby Checker
The boy's versatile, I got styles by the piles I got more piles of styles than lawyers got files
Got flavor, more than big shavers
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