Lyrics:
legs in the air till she touching the sky
Roll up the weed and blow smoke until I'm red in the eyes
She always look at me and say you're such a wonderful
fun, have fun have, have, have fun
Yo, yo, I'm up, out, moving all about
It's Saturday again? Eheh, no doubt
Where's my skate key? Yo where's my skates?
Just like the cans I'm bringing in
To my room to decorate the whole thing
I Wrote the title of the album
Ironically
Thinking I'd found my home
Too
do
You take my hand
And make me stand on my feet
I'm not afraid anymore
I know that You can hear me
I got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run to
Can't catch
plenty of dimes, I'm nowhere near my prime
But most of all I love my captain that we call Slime
I really think that I could beat a grizz with a katana
cool
supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules
a scholar of the next school
who wasn't trying to hear that
so principals and teachers abroad began
stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
By the fucking feds
All running wild
Bottlenecking vitamin D's supply
So I'm trapped in quarantine lonely
Lacking in connections, intimacy
Dating apps,
grace when life's no more
Every night is laden with complications, heart at ache by the consolation I'm pining for
And sometimes think maybe, I won't
HiNeedMoney
Big pharma
Gotta charge em i'ma charge em
How the fuck we get the gas in
Ain't nowhere Texaco
How the fuck we get the scripts in
With no
gotta finish off the Album
DEATH RACE. ULTRA. SCHEHEREZADE
DEATH RACE. ULTRA. SCHEHEREZADE
Woah. I'm rarely known to make it past Verse two
You can
whip drive by
It's Diaz up on it again, oh my
'Nother new album that's no lie
Thought that was it? I ain't never say bye
You do what tell you you don't
One, Two, Three, Four
Life is going by so fast
I feel like a rocket in the air
10 thousand miles per hour, yeah
But it feels like I'm not really
provided by Cookin' Soul (Uh, huh)
Came in this game from out of
Nowhere and I took control
(I took shit over, nigga) rockin' my jewels
I'm goin' to see one
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
The same ol story
CHORUS 2
You're my source of supply
My number one high
My sun in the sky
You're my summer in the air
My sense of security
This I swear
Track: “Fire (prod. The Sargent)”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020
[INTRO: SAMPLE
disguise, we hit them from the front
Ain't no way they could call our bluff
It was planned to a T, ain't got me
Nowhere running cause I'm backed by C
Sparked
this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
[Ozzy Osborune]
Surrounded by
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
bitches hate cuz im nowhere by myself
The gym prob hate me cuz im always in that bitch
And you probably hate me cuz im always getting rich
And thats why
Its
is amazin’
Beats by Chase M
Sound funky like twelve slapboxin’ Jamaicans
In the elevator, haze in the air from blowin’ trees
Not from the teasin’
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
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