Lyrics:
a barrel filling pints
Sick of, sick of
Beggars without hiccups
Starving to death
All is dead without a fix-up
Brought deep down in the ground
By
why is it
So easy to get knocked out all my hopes
And dreams are still deep down
The water's deep but it won't let me drown
I'm in a cage and I can't
know me
I sow reap so deep that the seed pop straight into an old tree
Roots be rooted and lost like roofies
Grown man 'goofys, mad at the young lad
of water, yet an official reporter
Up here, life is a bitch I blow a kiss at her daughter
In a city where niggas will leave you shit outta order
So yeah, you
my neck
Yea I came from the left but I'm down right fresh
Speak on
How you on the song bun b on
Complete 180 how crazy has he gone how strong is
making trap music, nigga
I'm not an army, I'm a movement
The flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube him
Ice Cubin', roof translucent
Chick on my side
altered my future without giving up all my gold to get to heaven
Deep as the boats and I never felt threatened, More like beast in the water
I was crushing
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Woman of a thousand years
How are your sons of a time ago?
Do they still admire your silvered ways?
As you go down
To the sea and the gold sand
they can reap the benefits
I get you touched in any city, boy, my reach is limitless
A bunch of goons come and breach your premises, nigga (blrrt)
fucking song
Let's do this though
(By any means necessary)
This is for the culture let's go
A fool with it the flow old school
Let me show you how a grown
and each digger wanted his own piece of land.
Now the diggers were few and the gold was so deep
that the black man was called 'cos his labour was cheap
with
be right
But then it starts to get dark
Then it starts to get dry
Then it starts to get cold
The days are passing me by
How the hell you gonna judge me
of her hull
And she was pulled beneath the waves
Into her grave down in the gloom
Black gold, my heart is still in pain
My mandolin will tell her how
backs nigga we just all wear fitteds
Wear fitteds
Who that is riding round in my city
In my city,In my city
No snap backs nigga we all fitted
We all with
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
opps got them cheap seats
All they wanna know is my pockets when they money isn't deep
When you drop a song with Wordz and talk to IMP like every week
I hide the pain in my voice but they hear the pain when I speak
And when I sing into these songs they know the pain running deep
When I was down up
Rising again, from the deep black water
Those once extinct, come back to life astonish the others
In order to avenge, they erase the city and its glory
my face
I stay by my lonely I'm good initiating woah
Look how far I came I'm a champion
Drippin harder fresher than a mannequin
Got deep in that water
We don't even talk anymore
And we don't even know what we argue about
Don't even say I love you no more
'Cause saying how we feel is no longer
We don't even talk anymore
And we don't even know what we argue about
Don't even say I love you no more
'Cause saying how we feel is no longer
a simulation all controlled by a puppeteer
Blind people leading blind people driving cars
To a destination that is unclear while they can't steer
One year,
the codes, outchea though
Queen City but no bitch on my roads
I'ma own that bitch though
Can't front on my bill folds, sittin' on gold
Ooh
Ay (ooh-ahh)
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