Lyrics:
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
here then?
You know what I mean?
That make ghetto kids not believe in God
Why?
about ya
Im going hard about ya till i'm in a coffin around ya
Another son buried by his pop, i cant believe it
Another son buried by his ma, this shit
on
Any nigga in the way we'll pull that k on
Fill his clothes up with holes tell
Him get his J on, yeezus
I'm too rich to be this reckless
Spent two bricks
At seventeen we were growing up
Hauling pallets in a hand me down Truck
I still can't believe we never got Caught
A 12 pack at the circle K
We used
rise but still I rise
Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines
Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens
Music so lethal turn coliseums to murder
and I, and I mean it, they ain't believe it
Got it mapped out, now it's time for me to achieve it
I did it on my own, I did it my way
I wish a nigga would
believe in love it's fake
Man I blew up by mistake, now they think I'm moving flake
I don't know what's at stake so I gotta push the pace
Feeling like Tay K
mí Oluwa
I pray for stardom
K'emi gan ma ball ..ki mà bounce ti ń ba bò
K'oni pèé ta lo n bò
Mr lege cypher, je ń gbe è debé
Omo iya mi do your best
can flow then you can ask E-Swift
If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff
If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I
Be easy
Please, mama
Believe me
I'm still your lil boy, lil child, still that lil demon!
They try to knock me off my pivot
I move with reason
I can't
Save it for later
Don't be coming around Frank talking about there ain't no God
Cuz whether you believe in Him or not he still law
I disavow any of you
gimmicks
I'm amazed babygirl you vicious
Deal with pain making bad decisions
Still the same nigga bae you tripping
All these chains on me got me frigid
Paved
Sheesh
I got shooters in Russia (suka)
Lostboyʻs a pilgrim
All this cash, I still cant believe I
Havenʻt slept in days (k-k-k) tweakinʻ
Livinʻ life that I
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Like my horoscope, a Sagittarius, no joke
Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like Mike
Who am I? (E.D.) Right, right
Can you believe it, even
needed, succeeded
By any means defeated, believe it
Die a slave or live freely
Screaming Swahili at these false deities
They rearranged reality, now I
but I'm still a star
Shit is different when you know exactly just who you are
If not K.I.N.G nigga, call me the Zār
Cause I'm the illest nigga doing
goin' down
Smokin' that Jack, get it by the pound (straight up)
Don't need the pussy, I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)
But I'm still smokin' that loud
Hit
Dont even think bout betrayin me
I keep that K on me, keep that thang on me
And Imma let that thang bang and thats on me
You aint no kin to me, yeen no
it
In the club I'm not lookin' for love, ya not see it
Gimme the mic and I'll show you whassup, better believe it
I'm not at the bar, whatever
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I
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