Lyrics:
cheap but the suits are not
Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead
You dig another hole in the one you´re standing in
Nothing is enough for Generation
I love when I pull up the mic's ready
In cthens
The boys are back and the vibes steady
They acting like only has-beens wear chains heavy
Stainless
read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You
We got a problem, with vessels that got no God in 'em
Holy Spirit dissolved in 'em
Mentals empty, like hollow men
Being deluded by con-artists
quest
A greed law
That we abide by is ruthless
Enough will never satisfy
Until we toothless
Filthy millionaires
Are gamblin' until they muflis
these things by my lonely. Well, well
X amount of things lead to see ya get dead
Livin' on dem greed ya get shot, knot dem face
Dem wanna lose dem life
are dead
I feel like I'm on pins and needles
How many bands can rip off the Beatles?
And every day there is another
Band that got big by playing
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
wack
Stick with the sick style for the serious
Hip-Hop lovers can't get enough of this
Black tracks on wax are so smooth
You can't get help but
In the dead of night
My grip is loosened, my dreams are lucid
In the breaking light
Huh, there's a brighter day
We'll be okay, we just have to fight
an unlimited edition
Put a "r" in my love run conditional
Hago esto por mi familia
They say I look different but I sound familiar
I pray to Allah to be blessed
days n ain't poppin' shit
My flow is so crazy it need Ritalin
Know a junkie that died n he ain't believe shit
Yea I swear by Allah I'm still mad at that
watch is big as Chris Bosh
I Like it when she suck me raw
Watches never tik tok
Slidin movement goin stupid
Boy who you foolin I'm big dawg
I get em by
a prostitute
You don't like well I love it fool
Last time I listened to someone's views was on Drake's album fool
Am caught between I hate booze and I'll just
feel like I felt about 2 years ago
My days are the same, they goin' by slow
I don't go to sleep, I'm hearin' the birds cry
I don't give time to haters,
grateful for all of the people
Who are trying to expose all the evil Agenda that's in Hollywood yeah
I Wanna make music and wanna be Golden but unlike
like Ross (Ugh)
550 Benz four doors
Praying for my niggas, they lost
Dyin' on things, they wolves
Ridin' on a gang that floss
Multiplyin by the gang
too soft
That nigga's dead on a ki of heroin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer
travels
Beyond the shell which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah I'll be the most humble
But also punishable
For those who are unlawful
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
fish through
Wish you were here, hearing us live
we’re just grateful you selected us
So many albums out there are just collecting dust
A brief pause
a classic album
Something I can play for years just leave it on repeat
I hate the way the game is being played
I talk loose like I'm a few modelos deep
primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,
with they stories and they farfetched
Pills by the 100's...dont be asking if they are pressed
I get the real shit with the R X....Yes
My bitch shaped
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