Lyrics:
all of my raps
3 pointer, Harold Miner when I lean on yah
Post means I got the toaster and the beam on yah
Broken holes the size of a token
you would you realise the truth
If I spend my time with you would you realise the truth
If I spend my time with you would you realise the truth
Three
Your gonna prove it don’t
Lose it most
New shit ghost
You this close
Music post
Blue tick? Nope
So who clicks?
Noone
1 play, 2 plays, 3 plays that’s
Kravitz
You blocking but not Dikembe
I'm blocking out what my friends say
I'm knocking the KRK
I'm spock wit a bit of Jay
Inspired by tracks like Grindin
(The Butcher)
Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag
We the biggest (biggest)
Yeah
I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know
Yeah what
Young Rein
Young Rein
Yeah right
Yeah right
What woah
Okay what woah
1 2 3 4
Bitch get the fuck out my face
I'm an animal
Telling me shit I
mission
Mission impossible but time heals every mission
I swear... and back then what the fuck is heartbreak
That shit was funny now I'm sitting with
Don’t do this shit to lose
One lie can break the truth
Driver, I stripped the screw
Top three, not three or two
She told me pick or choose
Think you got
cause I didn't want to be a burden
Watch mama open up her arms to hug me
And I ain't worried bout a damn thing, with unconditional love
[Chorus: 2
3.0 (you ever had a gun in yo face i ain’t trayin fight) 3.3 (fuck you think off the rip it’s out my) 2.2 (Jeans and then yo chest gone start to bleed)
make a million and then I might go hide it in the islands
This is how a nigga feel at three AM in the morning
Did a mission by two
Then I came back by
always the motto, hold on to it forever
This remind me of old days, take it back to them old ways
Was determined to be great, I was on my way
Take two
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
lets we go in a race
You don't want hit it? shit ima face
Your shit mid and it's laced
I wish dat I could ball like Tracy
One, Two, Three, Four lets go
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
indeed, we see (mhm)
The layout down, as we proceed
Two in the front, three in the back, I'm about to make niggas collapse
Cocked back the strap two
don't know her motives
I-I
I-I
I just wanna make moves with my guys
Cautious and fearful
That's not just my life
She said she just wanna get by
But my
E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)
on the serpent
On act two, he tried to close curtain
But intermission I glimpsed and I clock more
Derelicts watch act three and the encore
..
Individuals who
like 1, 2, 3
Here comes the hop along kid Charlie B.
I'm constantly moving with my walkman kicking
My bunnions are crying beaving plicking
Please,
me
2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick
Shackled down, now I'm on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness
Think about
mission was paper chasin and puttin da hood aon da map
Now I've done been there
Done that
Took one step and dew back
For da life I wuz takin
Wut da fuck wuz
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