Lyrics:
that drop
There's not enough salary to cover the check
'Fore you're behind on cash
People can see you coming like 9/11 ash
Toxic till your last days
state greens 'fore they turn 18
'Round here you never let the beef slide twice
Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice
Them mothers are getting
nowhere to go but up, Bo on?
Cause you damned if you do, I'm heading nowhere fast
And you damned if you don't, slow your role young man
'Fore you crash
The boys from the village were festering sore
For a day on the rant with some music and more
They'd drink porter in Maura's way over in fore
Jeremy Scotts or these thirteen (which one's?)
With the wings, but I'm fly like Jordan off that first string (can't decide)
Call me fresh prince,
With this
his wings
Flap to the sky just when P give me the
Word, I'ma clap 'em, he die
It take 25 seconds 'fore he actually die
Three screamer spent 22 askin' me
'fore I take it out the cellar
Lil' bitch calling me rude, hating all of my views
"Bitch, you fat as my pockets," you know I'ma tell her
I hit that
Ooh, big body coupe just like a tank
I'm just swerving, smoking on some dank
I'm just tryna fucking ease the pain
'Fore I blow my mind like Kurt
nigga from the haunted house
With Jermaine here dealing drugs
I'm the same nigga had Marlo Mike
Underneath the wing of the buzz
I just wanna see you
twenties, this all came from verses
These niggas go to high when they pay for service
Bet not hit him in his thighs when you aim the squirter
'Fore we was
violation, I'm back on lock
Dropped "Sailin' Da South", just to keep my name hot
Video got shot, MLK Boulevard
Three months 'fore that, caught a fucking
at Magic
Lookin' for the one
I've got lemon pepper wings and some Casamigos
But it's you I want
Rollies and Pateks will tell you who has it
They
Percent ha, ha, yo
Yo, M, can you see my machine? I need to fix
Up 'fore I step in the dance (Blendin')
I'll be pissed if I have to burst it
I don't wanna
in, nigga, blood out
We beat these streets 'till they bled out
Beat these streets to the bread count
Get your bread out 'fore the feds pounce
Work
From the darkest kaos from beyond this time
I shall free my wings as our souls align
Mortal barriers are falling in crippling time
In
'Fore you go, yeah
I wanna talk to you
Thinking 'bout the time we shared
And how I wasn't there
It hurt me
These people overwork me
Then I
'Fore you go, yeah
I wanna talk to you
Thinking 'bout the time we shared
And how I wasn't there
It hurt me
These people overwork me
Then I
gotta do what you feel, like a blind lady
You gotta spread your wings and just fly, baby
It feel like you're reborn?
That's my baby
She said she feel
got no wings I'm to fly
You see me I know you do
And you know you wanna take a ninja home with you
But its cool we'll see how the night progress wit
spread your wings now child
Never return hell before heaven
Fore we all get burned
This poison that bleeds our souls
Drown in yourself
Can't you see
choice test
More or less, D, all the above, let them select James (Boldy Blocks)
Finessed all of my plugs 'fore the connect came (been known)
Had
'Tussin (ready)
She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin'
And that's what you call a concussion (head gone, hey)
Went hard 'fore I ever made
the haunted house, with Jermaine Hurd dealing drugs
I'm the same nigga had Marlo Mike, underneath the wing off the bus
I just wanna see you come up, quarter
'fore they tore 'em down (pray for 'em)
Like 9/11 my 911, the roof fall down (kill 'em)
On the southside (what?), north's true king (cool)
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