Lyrics:
CHORUS:
I'm pushin' down the ave. no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pushin' down the ave. no one
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
the Nile
Plague, darkness three days long
Hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let
I watched a home video the other day and my mom and dad they have barely aged and I can't help but cry when I see them smile when they look down
kick
In they fucking door
And lay your wife down, lay your kids down
And slice they neck, then I get respect
Even though I might pay the price
I'm living
A child of three
Reaches out to touch
And only sees
Pretty powder puffs
Down the road
A black child plays
But the dreams he holds lie
A cotton
A child of three reaches out to touch
And only sees pretty powder puffs
Down the road a black child plays
But the dreams he holds lie a cotton field
y'all
Yeah, yeah, it's volume three bwoy
Yeah, yeah, and for the b-boy
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo
We gonna get down, we gonna get down..
Inhale
(Pull)
Let your mind through
Open the door and go live your truth
Come visit me up on Mercury
I made it myself so stop by and you'll see
All
, heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does
tight so yet I swear there's nothing going on
True them nuh know seh this girls been always there to help mi when I'm down
Worst when they see us
That's right, on the seventh
That's right, on the seventh
Seven, seven, seven
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One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
a beast
Pops only had two months left to live and I dropped a video saying pray for me
R.I.P
a pound have a drink, get down
I'm on the floor, besides the door
The sound is rich, and I ain't poor
I'm looking for Susie or Wendy or Judy
But look at her
video
I'm in one of my three luxury apartments eatin Raisin Bran cereal
While you front low, I take my bike ride down to Wells Fargo
How long is it
this mini wine
Maybe it's this storyline
Two beautiful to move on the night of their lives
Never meet again 'til he's married has a wife
And now I
Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
One night
When me and my mom was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep
My mom had heard three gun shots
It was
Live and direct on stage, instead of the
radio or video or studio rehearsin
I'm at my best in the flesh in person
The main attraction, center
restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turned 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
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