Lyrics:
the code of the streets
If you got a bitch better keep her on a leash
'Cause Lil Fate creep in ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin' nutt
the code of the streets
If you got a bitch better keep her on a leash
'Cause Lil Fate creep in ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin' nutt
Gone with the wind
Bitches use to love me
I was taken had to dub em
Now they on me again
A couple people seen it
But A lot people heard it
You
I know
Dealers who’d back me by fronting me work
And I won’t front, it won’t work
Once again it’ll hold me back from gettin back to work ( Damn)
I
i made it
Everything you hear i made it
Everything you hear i made it
Everything you hear i made it
Everything you hear
Bitch I’m back again
Unloadin’
the legends with Lennon and Paul McCartney
Back at it again, from Utah: Duchesne
My flow flowing faster than the flowing of the Sienne
I been well,
pouring amorphous boron
Rappers bore me I snore on
Torso torn off by Goro's four arm
Back up back up
Here we go again
Back up back up
Here we go again
Back
Switching my plane, it ain't a thing, when I go ride in that foreign
I put them on they ride my wave we winning again yah
Ice in the stones pockets full grown
store
Cried, don't make me go back there anymore
You bought me candy for the drive home
I didn't eat it, stared out the window
Put on my headphones
shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun
Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every
I get up early in the morning
And rush to catch a plane
I'm going to live inside my suitcase
Back on the road again
Big stage and bright lights
I get up early in the morning
And rush to catch a plane
I'm going to live inside my suitcase
Back on the road again
Big stage and bright lights
how much money I gotta spend
I got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just wrote me a letter
Well, he wrote
?
Baby are you home?
Lotta other places I could go but
Baby are you home?
Lotta other niggas in your phone but
I ain't like no body that you know
Girl you
(Digging deeper and deeper again)
(And I'm coming home)
(Hold on baby let's go
You got my heart beating)
Ecstasy head to toe
Oh so inviting
Let's
along harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
The owls go by and they gave me the eye
Walking my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
starving
I'm a wolf, I be biting not barking, let's go
Heard they telling, that shit is disheartening
I'm at home counting money not partying
In my
want you
Now you're fucked up and you're run down
But I still wish that you were driving by my side of town
No more wishing on your gold heart or your
to say this is normal for you
You hate the thought to be back home
I'll stand right by your side and never let you down again
I'll keep you safe away from
to say this is normal for you
You hate the thought to be back home
I'll stand right by your side and never let you down again
I'll keep you safe away from
we be winning and winning and winning again
This ain't what you want, this shit different
This that Echelon, newest in command
These n***as is fake I
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