Lyrics:
I bring it to your chest, pour all the way live
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to 'cause highs
When we start rappin', heads roll like Patton
With
left to take the blame
You wanna be a superstar?
That cocaine heart won't get you far
Another case of death by guitar
You gotta save your soul
It's
the bag open, put your pinky in it and taste it
C'mon, baby, light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired (everything you drop, everything you drop)
bag, nigga, your bag to small fit in
Niggas scared of me, I'ma cook 'em, who wants some chicken?
War
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
I'm
you never done before
How could a brother be so hardcore
And still keep you on the floor like a maniac
That's your question? Well I'ma answer that
from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I've been drinkin' Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put
on the grind and
The world is yours for the taking my guy
Someone tell mama I don do something bad
Just to get the Bag
I did it just to push this dream I have
Would you watch me die?
Watch me die?
Wtand on by and watch me die
You've done that shit a hundred times
Hardcore this hardcore that
Suck my dick how
Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers; yeah
So just abide by, what your ride by
Cause we abide by, what we ride by
Northward MC's take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers, yeah
So just abide by, what your ride by
what is your name, tell me again, when bottles pop you wanna freak, let us begin. Play by play, swang my way. Head bob, hey baby make my day. Get it
Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on the breaks
Goin' out to the hardcore hip
Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on the breaks
Goin' out to the hardcore hip
At your motherfucking noggin
Stack up the bread, visit Paris (Bonjour boy)
Superstar flex bitch, call me James Harrison
Reporting for camp
You can find me
mama gotta be fine from head to toe
‘Cause I'm looking at a baby she made so beautiful
Your smile alone could get you anything that a man can give
If
shells by the sea shore
Payin' for the guests on that big ass boat
Yo kids, I'm takin' no shorts, back and forth like a meter
Play it crazy, ballin' see
broken scripts right there
The fans will fix it anyway so we don't care
They'll patch it through micro transactions
So enjoy your pretty nylon bag
Oh
hands up for Roblox Stars!
I'm your biggest fan waves
I'll follow you until you lcve me
Papa paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar you
Know that
the poor get educated.
But some of y'all still haven?t grown into your face,
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
And I'm waiting for a brain
thing on the low
You could buy new clothes, new demeanour, new flow
Still the same old nigga from your head to your toes
Ain't nobody fucking with you coz
a money seed, eat from my money tree
This my life, and how a nigga made it
Superstar hustle considered one of the greatest
I'm a money fiend
By any means,
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
take her to your house
Switched up on the bros now
Well what come around go around
Last year I counted up bags of cash
This year it come in by
the other single celled
Hopin' to god that fuckin' your single sells
I'm bringin' hell, side by side with FMA
I'm the ultimate organism
I got my horns filed
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