Lyrics:
Who you
I'm a, young nigga with an army full of real nigggas
Piece of mind because I know I ain't got to deal with ya
I'm the kid Behind the steel
to end your world
Cerberus by my side
It is useless to hide
I can see all of you
Persephone I love you
Kunee on my head to
Disappear from your sight
Few
But I bring my people like cargo
Learned to love my city, I'm stoked
And my sister rips off barcodes
But hates to see man smoke
And I learnt the lesson
Like the phoenix
From the fire to the sky
You took the family to new highs
You rise...
With an army of angels right by your side
There is no fate, you
ones
Put ‘em in position
Young V’s!
The army we the navy the militia
Definition of a real n***a that’s just ambitious
This the mission, make a hundred
times too
Faced a lot of challenges while I grew up
Sometimes I would really screw up
When depression came I was really stuck
By that time Satin'll be
look me in the eyes
And tell me that you want me too
But you disagree
My love for you is only met by me
You told me to go dance in Hell
And I’ll do it
your name on my shoulder
And I'll be your soldier always
For home is by you
And who knows
Maybe one day we'll have our little army
And we'll raise
down by love straight to heart
Shot down by love
It's tearing me apart, oh, it's tearing me apart
Call up the army, call the police
Get
pearls
And dropped them one by one
Into the depths they sank
And a chariot arose
You sped through the waves away
While the silent army froze
Lorelei,
weight of glory, nor for crown and palm,
Enter we the army, raise the warrior psalm
But for love that claimeth lives for whom He died:
He whom Jesus saveth
Here we go
In my dreams I think of you
After all these years I'm still here with you
Uuuuh uuuh
In my dreams, my love for you is still so true
-My homie, LB, he told me about this army
Motherfucker who's got all the
Guns we need! Not that old
School Emmet bullshit neither
- (I'm down, let's
Yeah, AOTP! Army of the Pharaoh Clique!
Dummy! Ha ha hahaha!
I run with gram smugglers
(aww) , Afghanistan Kush puffers (who else?)
Future lung
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy, say
I got to keep on walking
captivated by business
They call it Stockholm syndrome
The love is real but fake
I do chemsex, party and play
G on, cuddle puddles
Elon's Hall of Shame
Shady
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
Yeah
The Fat Gangsta
Here comes the nigga from the East
Who just been crowned for most hated by police
The public enemy rapper at large
the way that I actually met her
Said to "shoot your shot" so I grabbed the Beretta
All is war in love and war
And boy she's killing them in that backless
record 'cause I love to rewatch her
She play her role so I add her to the roster
I am him, I am loved
I am guarded by the ones I've lost above
ain't mean to do too much
I'm just saying these white girls want me, they love me, and they remind me of the Brady Bunch
Now I'm getting blown up by them,
fell in love with the Sig (Pew)
Smoke him like a cig'
I got the new, ain't talkin' Ports
I got your bitch, fuck her by shore
takes a drink out of the leak.
My baby's got a blue-green sweater
And a nest down by the creek.
Plume, bloom, bloom, baby bloom.
Cheep, cheep, beep,
Army Hellcat
Trench-sweeper Derringer Thirty Aut Six
Buck Mark Baby Browning Blicky Firesticks
So come on son take my gun
I'd love to teach you a lesson
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