Lyrics:
you
Can get from 'round here
I'm a Black Haven gangster and
I'm stepped around here
We don't give a fuck, bitch we lit
Get fucked up
Doughnuts in
The Butcher the motherfuckin' Butcher
Griselda uhh you know how I like it
(You know how I like it)
You gotta roll up and smoke
Niggas off the jump
ain’t dope but it’s
Dope like how dope locks
Everything up in you till the
Ticket on your soul drops
Most fear what they don’t understand
The coast clear
girls real shit
They'd rather I lie to 'em
Cause it's not what they wanna hear
Gotta say goodbye to 'em
It's my rhythm I move to the
Beat of my own drum
out to Westside Gunn hold up
You know who I be dJ Infamous
DTP, we the best
The streets been calling for it, Con
But now we’re gon’ give it to them
to broke
Spending pennies from these loafers
Many men got devils on their shoulders
And that's my two cents
Pops was a rolling boulder
A lot of up and down
Fresh up off that deal, this
Shit gettin' real, lil' nigga, ayy
Bop bop gang of whips like a chop shop
Block hot so you know I got my Glock cocked
Run
Rolex stones and that brand new presi' out the box
They been talkin' crazy, we went heavy on the chops
Kicked his ass up out the TV room, that
wake up, get up
Grind like I want ten
You would never see me judge a
Man like I don't sin
Swimmin' in the deep end, so I tote fin
If it's business, I'm
lookin' up to God i don't stress
I got real street niggas on my side
Turnt young nigga
I'll blow a hundred like it's tissue
Every nigga with me got some
Wake up demonstrations
Said silence is the wrong word
I'm gonna keep the names
That I use for myself to myself
A summer sun is shining
What will it
an example of the X
I travel with my bag with my books and fruits
Rose up the? frowl? not jeans and boots
Tip from the sundial time for the drum
what I did
Just the way I came off them, I'm a come off
Stronger and longer, even with the drum off
And the blow that I deliver is a crisp one
Give
and intersections we've got up
Here. We've got two cars in the garage, two cars in the garage, and
Drum-majorettes in white ankle socks and baton twirling on Sundays.
And you rappin' on beats using pots for ya drums
And you'll never see me with ya bitch
Oh I got the hoe with me, you just can't see through the tint
Did ya ever wake up in the mornin' nothing was a goin' right
Spent the whole night fussin' and a fightin' with your wife?
Bills out in the mailbox
heard? Pop goes the world.
Jenny played keyboard, Johnny played drums,
Called Little Baby and a big Bonhomme
Everybody tell me have you heard? Pop
Comin' ahh, comin' ahh
I'm comin like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back, you can't steer it
Face the bass, drum you run when you hear it
It's
a beautiful driver up front
She knows where she's going
Kerouac the observation machine
Caressing the most passing of scenes with photographic love
Passionate
dis poem
shall speak of the wretched sea
that washed ships to these shores
of mothers cryin for their young
swallowed up by the sea
dis poem
of spittle
Dripping off the middle of they lips trying to light a cigarette
And I'ma watch 'em all choke on my vomit
Took apart, shook up they heart, they
Could we possibly see
The keeper of all the keys
One key to rule them, he keeps in the great hall
??? tower we call
Now we beat on the drum
But wary
Wide Open Road - WPA
Well the drums rolled off in my forehead
Guns went off in my chest
Remember carrying the baby just for you
Crying in
Deine Bitch a Bitch (ups)
Lachs überall (ja)
Bitch, sie tanzt für mich
Geh' herum, bin in Wien, fühl' mich wie (wie)
Drum & Bass-Kinder auf zehn
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