Lyrics:
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
couldn't even breathe on my own
Shakin' baby in an incubator, breathin' machine for my lungs
Doctor told my mom and pops they gon' have to keep me for
the only thing that I was fightin for
I was determined to get there, and keep it hot
Since that day my only goal was to reach the top
[Chorus:
lyrics
I ain't tryin't to hear it
Everyday the industry is gettin' realer
Sort of like that crack shit being done by the dealer
Brothers
Being followed by the nigga hating feds
I had to ask them, what's that in your hand, all I said
Picture Fiend with this, they made me do it my friend
[Chorus - Carl Thomas]
Mega gonna hold his own
He always knew he could do it alone
And when he rhymes
Everybody's gonna know
[Cormega]
Yo, I write rhymes
straight in
Told the fuckin' clerk, put the money on the table
I'm a lunatic and my mind is unstable
He stuttered like a bitch
Tryin' to stop the hit
Shakin'
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no
these motherfuckers know how to crawl man.
I know everybody tryin' to come up immediately.
Saafir:You know they don't got the motherfuckin'
want the crown
But why should I battle you
If next week they're gonna put
You in the ground?
That's a waste of time I'd
Rather blaze a rhyme
On someone
Gotta keep this thing goin'
Necklace glowin', already knowin'
Give props you know who the best is
Franchize!
You know what so so def is
I'm draked
get enough of me
Its amazing and I'm loving that you're
Still wanting me, you're still hungry
You keep rising like you're never gonna reach the top
ass drop
You on the corner, pushin' them bitch ass rocks
And yes I'm gettin' sweated by my bitch ass boss
Your ass steady runnin' from them bitch ass
[Suga-T]
I bet they thought this chick was gonna fall, naw
Never would of thought I stood tall through this all
World-wide tryin' to back ya man up off
there man
Spirits man, it's a spiritual thing
[Bizzy Bone]
How can I make the spirits understand
That I am just not to be tested by the outer man
to unite as one
That's how we stay ally, all day weaving stories
Out for the joy and old glory, pop molly on Maury
Peppy in my Makinavi, gonna keep it gully
told you in school
Get educated
I ain't sayin' play by the rules
Get educated get educated
Get educated get educated
Break the chains of their
on
If I had it my way, this ol' highway
Would've fixed me up somehow
Would've led me home by now
I've been from Savannah to Long Beach
Tryna keep
Writin' my bars in the back of the Bentley
Just kidding, I'm trippin', the Lambo fits me
I was raised by Lil Dicky
Drivin' down Ward, listenin'
Yeah, we're gonna keep droppin' it, see, no stop,
I told you, we're ain't gonna stop
If you're ready, I wonder why?
We're gonna do it a little
make change
Stay out of jail tryna rap tryna maintain
The police lock shows when they got tours
Why they tryin' to a keep a nigga on the block for
Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees
I keep crawling back
and I'll be alright
I'll be on time
Just be on pride
I keep on tryin
I keep callin mom
I'ma keep on keepin it locked
We're gonna keep on keepin
Murder
And them somebody gonna get stomped out by a nigga that's wearing Timbs
New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing
Discuss these gonna keep on tryin by tg sheppard Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In