Lyrics:
Find me on the ocean coast to coasting
trunk full of packages just call me mr. postman.
Its all butter prepare for the toast fam
waking up every day is
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
hothead with a cool hat run up and get done up I run thru y'all run flat
I make hits no ball or bat that's prolly why I'm gettin all of that
Kang n Davis we
nigga
Somethin' wrong with 'em, got 'em all bitter
I'm a bill printer, I'm a gravedigger
Yeah, I am what I am i don't have no time
For no
land
This land was made for you and me
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice for all
(Just, just dance)
(Let's play a love game,
Do you believe
Wanna go back no more
Wanna go back no more, yeah
Make my way to shore
Swimming back to shore
And that's for sure
God bless the dead
reasons for me to proceed with thievin'
Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving
'Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up
I'm
reasons for me to proceed with thievin'
Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving
'Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up
I'm
We don't do no pump faking, my illas playing for keeps
Shoutout to my jeweler, all these grams on me
Mozzarella Dweller, eighty bands for him
These
Awhh yeah
Break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here
Spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall
Ray
I get down
I provide by any means to be
Be the reason you smile
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around
can really trip
It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips
And Mac Ten's, I lit the bead from the back end
Straight to the chest and it got me
waiting for this nigga to slip up so you can be my boo
I had a wet dream I fucked you and you screamed my name
But when I woke up, all I had was some
chester all of them haters dey for leister she want a guy like costa like that girl so i put on my roaster pull up on the block with the mandem me
Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie (nah)
Won't catch me with the fake jewelery, I got too much pride (pride)
They killed my nigga Pistol P for
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
ain't got no limits, no no
They always want me to fall
But they don't know me at all
It's the reason why I was called
To help the music live on
10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside
All from the turf and they bangin' out rides
Far from a scrub 'cause from the East Side
Where they don't die,
the armed forces
10 million more overseas – that's enormous
25 million workers paid for war bonds
All of the while people question why the war's on
There
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
here getting told no for me
I can submit it to Spotify
All by myself
No worries
Cuz even Atlantic ain't guaranteed
To make it
It's Spotify curators
That
tell him
"Let him go"
Russian Roulette with a full clip, Glock
No reload say what I want, nigga
Fuck all your feelings
I run with that heater
That's
you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armoured movers took
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album"
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