Lyrics:
the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-tang Clan on yo' mind one
already knew
That I'll keep you going
And the World War III and the World Series
Will make the same size headlines in the news
From all I've seen
the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-tang Clan on yo' mind one
pizza
Yesterday, I was rockin' twenty-thousand with Khalifa
Nigga got popped by my tour bus
What them bitches do? Yeah, they blamed us
Mind you, I
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
rims
Flipping mixtapes to bitches
Feeding me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed make my ass wanna KILL FOUR PEOPLE!
Forget
and the flower of life is ours
Get as high as ours, maybe you could see the towers
Scour your dirty mind and maybe you unleash the power
We all got
Illuminati hit
Dreams is free and escape is sleep
For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
The sun
the ghetto
She always wearin' stilettos
She try to live by the bible but
She get chased by the devil
She fuck a nigga
Suck a nigga for no less than 3 hunnids
the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
quick, why he a professional (facts)
Last nigga shot at me, that shit didn't go successful
Free my charge partner, he got caught up with a dirty K
I'm
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
Swing by come taste this (Come taste this)
I'm sure it's gon' revive your taste provide some space
To grind stop hating (To grind stop hating)
long years
Waited for you but it crossed my dirty mind
There's baggage I know
But this plane takes off if there's no place to go
I know you know
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
the styrofoam (who there?)
That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown
VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones
I'm rolling like a rolling
the styrofoam (who there?)
That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown
VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones
I'm rolling like a rolling
of jail/
Nigga was living reckless/
Pushing a stolen Lexus/
Riding Dirty/
Just a Nigga joy riding/
Flipping pies/
Tryna dump em early/
Blinded by
alright
Bye
Looking at the clock, it go by
Thinking all the time, I know why
Watching everything just go by
Go by, go by
Bye
Looking at the clock, it go by
yeah
Embarrassment I'll avoid by not leaving home again, yeah
Just burry me & my darkest moments
Tell me you forgot
Tell me you don't mind
Tell me you
my name outta your mouth
Grabbin you by your lapel
Now get the fuck out of my house
Two tone two tone
Better watch how we cook up the 2 for
With 2
humble
All of my guys, we keep it on hunnid
Never fold commas on my mind, but it's not the goal
I got three words, family over everything
Two feet, run it
down dirty Three 6
When you telling motherfuckers, "You ain't with it, bitch"
Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch
Let's start
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