Lyrics:
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
to be broken
Crush your bones and leave you choking
I rose from the dead to make sure angels never sing again
I won't stop till these mountains move
I
So you know I escape it
I might go crazy
Primate ape shit
Feeling like im not from this planet
cause yall too basic
Like okay bitch
Talking that smack
the feds run devices
Mama my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right
Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick
I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I
Ay ay ay ay ay!
Pour a little down for the homies
Fuck from my-fuck-fuck-fuck from my face you don't know me
The city never sleeps
The city never
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City
to escape what I’m feeling
I’m high and I ride through the city
Bad little mamacita with me
I’m just tryna get high
All the real niggas feel me
Bitch niggas
C7
Straight from the city of cleveland, and without no warning, bringin?a storm. feel
The wrath, you won't escape it, baby, you might as well start
by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
New York state side to the West side
Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here
To Palestine watch Sunz
that's how it's gonna be
Para siempre
And look at me, leavin' today
On a seven-forty-seven boardin' JFK
The hydrants are open
Cool breezes blow
the enemy
This is the end of time
There's no escape
No one will survive
The cursed have risen
To fulfill their oath
To cleanse the land
From the curse
Sometimes I wanna get away
From this place
A million miles away
I'm tryna escape
But I'm trapped
I'm just so far away
From my dreams
Naive plans
I
SO WHAT:
So you just started rapping, so what/ I plan to rap well in my 40s, but so what/ so what they found some leverage and improvised their
an order of that to go then
Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats
No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your
This is DJ Scotty Rock
That was that new Zebulon Lane
Now we about to get into that Luscious by your man
Scotty Rock
Exclusive new shit
And if you ain't
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
just to make you sad oh
weda from your city or your village oh
in the name of Jesus send am back oh
i say Anybody wey dey wish you bad oh
wey dey plan
Terror in your eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
You damn near died
Bandaged by wounds not mine
The city cries, drama ride
Guns out
him for 20 years to make the party pop,
By the way, reverse, turn around and take it from the top,
Two steps to the left, step step,
Two steps
are safari
Walking by lookin back
Walking up right in the club
And order like 40
Sending it straight to the tab
Bitches come screaming
And asking for
they're messing around
With me, or with you?
No, you don't exist in my lost city
I can't be found
No lights, no life, no escape from this
Running, running
to beat
Yet still you stand with frozen feet
You try to run, you try to scream
But no more sun you'll ever see
For evil reaches from the crypt
To crush you
side
Circled by mirrors so I'm surrounded by some winners
Oppressive walls wanna crush me
Fucking thoughts they are eating me
Living solo as an outcast
the weekend (for the weekend)
Kansas City in my blunt when I'm Chiefing
I don't go off the beat, bitch, I off it (fucked up)
I'ma asshole, I get paid just
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