Lyrics:
wouldn't get far 'cause five hundred dollars
Can't get you that far, how you get that far?
And all these new video *** tryin' to be Melissa Ford
But
with Pharrell
I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars
Can't get you that far, how you get that far
And all these new video bitches tryin
know me, I'm your native son"
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards
I'm stunting', I keep me some bands in the duffle (that's Louis V!)
When I was trappin', I didn't touch nothing
My lil' niggas servin' for me
kariéry mi práve začína
Hip hop žije každý rok
Metal rapper jaký drop oslavujem život
Každý deň prípitok
100% MC ktorý dáva mocné freestyly
Fakeri 5% jako
rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston
[Ras Kass]
Our goal is to learn y'all niggaz, about this new world order
But I'm still try'nna run up in
Sayin', "Don't ya know me? I'm your native son"
Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
Sayin', "Don't ya know me? I'm your native son"
Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
with Pharrell
I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars
Can't get you that far, how you get that far
And all these new video bitches tryin
my whole career for five years
As if he wasn't taking money from out my advance
I got out by a chance
Them nights was like the Superbowl watching
whole life, so-
People are so burnt out, life can be so fleeting
People that shut down their laptop at five, want that balance in life, they don't work
spazz
It's free you until that shit backwards no cap
We locked in forever like pen and pad
Three hundred sixty five, three hundred sixty five
365
Three
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
thousand five hundred dollars workin' part time"
Ya know somethin' Foxy?
You're headed for the top, top,
Straight ahead
And when you get there, you
a don'tcha know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
A-dealin'
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
Even if we never see each other again
Just promise me one thing
That you'll never grow up
Even if you're a hundred years old
And don't remember
by four, door three quarter ton Z71
It ain't John Deere green it ain't I-H red
But it'll walk the dog on pulling sled
A hundred thousand miles
With a hundred and eighty miles
You can press my button and see
Faster than a mach 5 I can make you bleed
I'm self-undercover you wont even know
We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear the block hear
in my state like five drives by Kingston
Used to be on LinkedIn, I dropped the business act
And now they fucking with ya boy like i'm a jimmy hat
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