Lyrics:
no, no lie
I fell in love with the street life, I (boo-boo-boo-boo)
Look, got a raw deal, not at all chill
Nigga we run up under your food like
Infiltration of this music thing
Artist life artist life
And the gyal dem clean and the dawg dem always ready fi run in
Suupa lynching
A just the artist life
Under pressure
But I do I for my dawgs
Under pressure
But I do I for my dawgs
Under pressure
But I do I for my dawgs
Under pressure
But I do I for my
(stretch)
They forgot that we the ones apply the pressure (press)
I can see them when they foldin' under pressure (press)
Eyes wide, geeked up in that
breath, livin' in the last times left
Peep the imagery stretch across the sky like a canvas
And we're the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes
Father, I stretch my hands to thee
Cryin' Lord
Remember me
Some people are born to live alone
And go about life that way,
Their home is a long stretch
Of blacktop and everyday,
Is just another day,
They
under the gun I wait for You to see
Oh, please reach out to me
Open my eyes to see
I'm running from you now
Come rescue me somehow
Another scar
Father, I stretch my hands to thee
Cryin' Lord
Remember me
eyes, open eyes, open eyes.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Open eyes, open eyes, open eyes.
Stretch arms, stretch legs, and feet and toes.
Stretch arms,
land
Ghosts of war stretch out their hand
If we don't hear them no one can
Under one big sky
Under one big sky a voice is crying to be heard
But
on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was payback
Nigga where that cake at?
Murder all your artists
Uh
Stand on my bread with too feet
Shawty found land like Newfie
Walked outta poundland with 2p
Got the dawg in me like Anoopy
Tell her spell ICup I
eyes, open eyes, open eyes.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Open eyes, open eyes, open eyes.
Stretch arms, stretch legs, and feet and toes.
Stretch arms,
Backwood? I need roll up
Dior store can't keep up with me
I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
I'm never comin' back, them people under me
Stretch!
We got a new one
Crazy new one
We got a some sailor
That swinger called the stretcher
Don't act a-stranger
You put your hands up high
Let
arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man, I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe-"S" on it, dawg
And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well, I
sleepin' leave 'em slumped under they bed stand (uh)
Damn, in the kitchen whippin', my man, he like, "Stretch that" (whip it)
Bars like I'm braidin'
of pocket, ooh
I'm livin' life like a rockstar
Pullin' up, stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet
You always
yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and...
Stretch
all over, dawg
Cause I got 6 ties on the Range Rover, dawg
Buy a nickel, baby, wha? Live on chrome
Buy a nickel, baby, he get his shine on
But, hold
hatin' my self
It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker!
1 - [Freeway] (JD)
If you're sick
(EarlOnTheBeat)
Yeah
Oh yeah
No cap in it
Nah dawg, ain't no cap in it
No cap in it
Keed talk to 'em, let's go
I can stuff these racks in
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