Lyrics:
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Ball like I'm Kobe cus he was a G, when I was twelve I ain't got no jeans
She told me I got a millionaire gene, got like a hunnid tricks up in my
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
threw my pole (yeah, that's where I threw that pole)
Down by the river (that river)
Yeah, that's where I took his soul (yeah, I took a nigga soul)
You
a nap
Homie hopper you said I'm your fan
Your ex bitches they know who I am
I be flexing just look at my gram
Fake Prada jeans that come from Japan
Fuck
Freaky b**** that eat the d*** she a soul snatcher
I got dogs*** in my bag just like a dog catcher
N**** say he want a bag s*** meet me
large amounts of different foods.
[Part 2]
[Verse 1]
The beast, he’s quite cool
My favorite Megadeth song is Holy Wars…The Punishment Due
The beast is so
all that you think about from writing on the wall
He's so divine, his soul shines
Breaks the night, sleep tight
His ever loving face smiles
the next critic
Like "Yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?"
And now my black ass is still here like Billy Joel
One hip-hopper that don't
brief
I ain't got time for grief that's for the deceased
My soul released
I came from the West unto the East
I ain't come to preach
I came to teach
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
the wall (Off)
I got pain, im a killer popper
Feel the pain when they killed hopper
I do not know what he thinking
223 Make him rethink it
Call me Richtofen,
a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He throwing his soul in the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie wilin', fuckin' on BET, wildin' for wallet
Kill
(I believe, I believe, I believe I...)
I believe I can
I believe, I believe, I believe I can
So come and take my hand
With you by my side I feel
inside, ask the question
Why, my soul, downcast
Why, my soul, down fast
Hope in God and give praise
My Savior and Lord He stays
Why, my soul, downcast
Why,
hopper she out for the streets
She sound like doppler the way she leaves
I'm counting my copper to pay for my fees
She actin proper to try and impress me
myself tryna make me a dollar
Crashed out the foreign , got stopped by the coppers
Just popped a x now my bitch a hopper
She want me to stay close like
I open my eyes and now I see
Give me strength as I'm on my knees
Everyday I put my faith in he
Everyday he puts he's soul in we
Rise his son from
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
to Sunday
Bad bitch she feening she fuck with my fengshui
Ride with some niggas ain't talking its gunplay (Let off)
Let off 11 he turn to a hopper
Playing
soul, my soul
The pillars may roll, the breakers may dash
I shall not sway because He holds me fast
So dark the day, clouds in the sky
I know it's
keep my eyes upon the distant shore
I know He'll lead me safely to that blessed place He has prepared
But if the storms don't cease
And if the winds
funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so nigga, please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see
clothes all on my body
I got the drip that you can’t even order (Uh uh)
I got a n***a right by my side (Yea!)
And you know he keep the burner
I got n***as
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
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