Lyrics:
to give me weight
He knew my habit, had me out there, he was goin' to get blazed
I respect that by me bein' an addict
I was, here I had to snort about half
son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word
us what kind of rumors have you murder sense the release of that album
And some of the things you been through
[Verse One: Lil' Rob]
Well let me
My rhyme is a diamond inspired by pressure before it
There's a lesson in every blessin', never ignore it
There's two things I never been,
the shoe box
I got bank accounts
Things that I own up
A nice guy, but don't cross me for no push ova'
Remember high school days, winters was colda'
not goin' through no more hard times or bad times
'Cause I can do bad all by myself, all by myself
Yeah, but I got papers on you
But now I'm
ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin hellgate
All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal plates
Not the platinum plaque, just
the air, your feet on the floor
While you're over there frontin with these kids
your girl's givin jaw
Chorus:
I been doin my own thing (2X)
Verse Two:
Oh
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
goin'
Turning up this thing
My music just a little
Everybody want
My flame is on the level
Talent money fame
It bought me a record deal
Anything I want
Check
Back home, fresh up off the road, back in Philadel
Stories told, heard they album sold, I can't really tell
Trapsoul, fresh up off the stove,
Produced by: Skeyez Beats
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 瑞
Mixed/Mastered by: 瑞/郭子翊
PlanZ’s Voicemail:
More Vision, break a leg, boy
Stevv
videogames
Got 2 tattoos because of those days
Don't remember any of the rage
By all the good times, it was outweighed
Showed me the music I listen to
Papa
ridiculous, a castaway
Recording in a closet on a 20 dollar mic
Man I looked stupid, but at least I tried
Made a couple albums, didn’t pop off
Did expect em
actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is
to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner
[Inmate:]
Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself
Niggas gettin caught,
‘round the town with me
Tell me baby any place and we gon’ go
We makin’ love by the sunset
The night ain’t over baby go and tell me what’s next
I just
in the venue scream and shout it, I-T!
Goin’ hard on the nightly,
When I have a show everybody knows where to find me,
where the mic be. Maybe by
random
Gentleman smoke the ghost, a lot of things I can't phantom
Hit a cracker in his knees, he can't stand for the anthem
Switch it up now Miley, take ya
you loved, was mine? Are you dumb?
We all passed her through the crew when the dick start goin' numb
Let's be real about the shit, me in 307
I was
Man, you know what the fuck going on, fam
Ay, uh, when you drop that album bro
Our songs gon' be the best one
Let's go
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Let me
straight blue gang
You already know already what's goin' on
We're linked up, bitch
Movin' as a collective, you understand?
Anything blow over here, we're
'cause we're both now in the same lane
Days pass we're goin' great
A week later it was a different case
There was a new guy in the picture
But I kept my
in the states seen
Someone stabbed in front my door playgrounds is graveyards
TVs the closest thing to joy the ones meant
To serve and protect all
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