Lyrics:
about me? The garden doesn't lie, just like your worried face, Mr...”
Edward. Indeed, 'm troubled by one thing. In a few days I will have a difficult
or without it
I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded
I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it
A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
it's like, I
Wrote three chords, four chords, and it
Fuckin' goes off when we perform it
Live and you know what? I
Love looking in the crowd and seeing
they spoke, a knife in my back
I remember watchin' Evil Dead
At 4 o'clock in the morning every night all summer
Sittin' in the dark tryin' to game
12
Better watch where you're steppin'
Ignorant like Odawg when i hold a weapon
Radaman trap in a figure 4
Mask on, Ray Mysterio
You already know where
Bad Bitches from Ellison, we blowing money in Harlem knights
Ménage à trios at the Four Seasons, that’s what I call a goodnight
Pretty Ricky to my
and blow
Chest full a holes with
I spit stormshadow and tomes that's reminiscent of monks
Blowin' up lungs with C4 laced In bones
You mentally tour
or without it
I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded
I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it
A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it
crowded house I am truly grateful
So many times my life could have gone astray
Make the wrong choice now I’m gone today
Everything I do to protect my peace
The rock bottom will humble you
Jay tee summer
I bring the heat in an seasons
I do shit I get by
Fuck with it
I do my shit I get by
Fuck with it
I do shit
original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Town house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
when I had the trap house
Cause it reminded me of them days
When I grew up in the trap house
Never thought it was a bad house
Cause my great granny
God
of this earth!
You from outta space! (outta space!)
You've been original since day one! (day one)
That's why I'm tryina tell you that you the one! (you
bitch made
Like a baby he gone (Cry cry)
My n***** get took up by the laws They do not comply
Turn me up one time
Cause bitch it's finesser season N*****
the news, nothing new
Nothing worth watching, getting more cocky by the day
All the stress and pain I've been juggling
Bump that Cilvia Demo for the memory
taste started changing
Back then I was calling outta windows
Prolly outta rental
Way before I had a demo...
Way before they try to put my dogs in a kennel
mangled by a great grinding fear
But that day will have no others after
No more worlds like this will follow
Because I have a plan
A very special plan
No
nigga
Unit 4 at the fucking door
Still mad about the dumb shit I did in my past
Gotta get it, had to switch up the plan, yeah
Back to what's real, back
make me realize I have
I wanna live my days in vein, but very far make me smile again
Seems like a natural thing to do
Just remember!
(uh 1,2)
Steady
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
Verse Five:
I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days
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