Lyrics:
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
the vintage stick em up pro
Sixteen years old did his jail since there was no where to go
Every mornin' calls his commrad to come n get em' a smoke
He insane
5 White boys do my taxes ain't talking N Sync
Brothers and my gang we on go all in sync
You done dropped an album after album
nigga it stinked
Plays
back in album mode
I’m from V-a-double L - E -Y H - I
Where n*ggas let them bullets fly
You see the look up in they eyes
Hope that I can touch a mill
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
Rock n roll is dead
They grabbed him by the head
They cut off his hair
Made him act like he cared
They said two plus two is five
Now his soul ain't
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N
(Ay, look)
(But you can't get there)
M-O-N-E-Y (yeah, it's good just to be back)
Never did a thing for L-O-V-I-N (it's good to be seen back,
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
that's a five star hoe I'm a five star nigga that's a ten so you ain't get in
F and N yeah I'm a aim it at his fitted
Got them benjis I'm the one that get
)
I'm a damn star (Star, star, star) , yeah
Luke Skywalker, bitch, deathstar (Star)
Red beams and that F&N hangin' out that car
(Car) i'm in the crib with
n'était pas nécessaire
Le serpent me susurre tout son savoir faire
I'm a five star bitch, ain't no angel in the sheets
I'm a porn star freak from my head
tried I survived
Came back with the strap clapping aiming at Ya top five
I got too much Malcolm to play this Kanye Album
And not enough Martin
Bars is back! It was written in the stars
The realest bars will not be written by the stars
And the flow needs no correction
I deliver without F'n up;
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
two to the head
Knowledge me God, the s*** I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little n**** had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that
Every time we wild, that's rock n' roll, baby
It's back to the basics, hop back in the matrix
Gave the Maybach back, back, now it's off to the races
Premiers mots du deuxième album, faut pas qu'j'me rate, faut qu'je-
Putain d'merde, merde
Premiers mots du deuxième album, la page est raturée
rock star ima rock star uh
Ima rock star ima rock star uh
N**** talking down turn him to a track star
My brodie yea he gotta mac
I ball on a n**** like
album does him wonders
"Okay but" is clouted no matter his matter tons of numbers
I get consumed by the greed and then become a dad or plumber
No job
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
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