Lyrics:
school diploma but baby I'm a street soulja
School of the hard knocks every class I leap over
Smith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tov
Shoot a man
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
a king is born in Bethlehem
And his kingdom is at hand
Let the world rejoice together
As it looks upon the stars
Knowing every man's our brother
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
to Lewisburg to Pat Ryanoch
You hear me? Man we blue moons homie
We come out every now and then so if they
Ain't gonna get down with the network and
They got
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
The lust demon
Got me when I was 7
Molested
Fucked a couple hoes by 11
Confessed it
Every little scar to the reverend
But he couldn't resist the dime
And I can back a few moves
And I'm handsome too
And I'm wild in the booth!
Energy on zoom
Boom
Catch me on a mission
them man are on the moon
I got
the trail gone cold
In some mystic's crystal ball, girl, I can see
You standing by the lake casting stones
Oh you can see my lotus in bloom
Every time I
on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
by screw
(Lil' Flip)
down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
major labels dont even wanna call these boys
(Lil' Flip)
down south I make em stop
danced to the burning cross
I dodged every bullet shot
I moved at the white man's cost
Black Jesus
(Fret, fret not)
You had me in your wars
Then called me
to the e-n-d
Eg, my CD, is way to d-e-e-p
That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC
ITN or ITV, C-O-Ps say "ID please"
S-t-o-p like IC3, wanna see me
Hooked
brudda, this my house
That's my laptop, that's my sound
That's my people, that's my crowd
That's my kingdom, that's my crown
Look, one phone call, man
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
baby grave, Every
Nigga killed in vain there was a pale that was afraid every
Martin need a Malcolm, demand ya crown be bout it
Get that money count it,
Soaring through the clouds, smell of mary and she by my side (by my side)
We gon be the
Talk of the town, this is the start of the crown
I was ignored by
and God alone
Elders kneeling in His presence casting crowns before His throne
Whoah
Let everything that has its breath in it just praise the Lord
Every
any litmus test
All I need is oxygen
It beats any intoxicants
With every dose I inundate
Each breathe I take I elevate
These noises ring I drown em out
chokes on my- well
Way more than the sum of the parts
Gestalt flow, songs come from the sum of the bars
That's psychology, man, their education is flawed
[Scarface]
Ho! It's young 'Face, slanging yay everyday
Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state
On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake
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