Lyrics:
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
military precision
Spotlight on the tower, tryna nullify my vision
My eyeballs keep rollin in the back of my head
Practicing for any minute when I'm actually
Fly out of this quarter tonight
Yeah, tonight, every man with a TV
Is seeing a man with my clothes and my face
In the last thirty minutes
I've
Fly out of this quarter tonight
Yeah, tonight, every man with a TV
Is seeing a man with my clothes and my face
In the last thirty minutes
I've
I can tell, I can tell
I can tell you aint had no dick in a minute. Your attitude showing looking so serious
I can lay the dick something so vicious.
got much game
[Chorus: 2x]
[Verse 3]
Game still recognize game
caught up for a minute
but I still in it for the change
and it's a shame
We got 3 minutes to blow this place
And it's all Dave needs, gonna melt your face
Finna rock this house, send it into space
Our last day in hell,
excellence
Don't know if I can spit this much longer, it's on 5 minutes 13 seconds yeah
Ay, I cannot lie you need to get your stuff in order
Times are changing
Just one more minute of your love
It's colder here somehow
For I should have kept you by my side
I hope someday when we're old and tired, we'll meet
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
kicking me out
While I got your face in the ground
It's just the way we get down
And that was only from the sound
Of your clit in my mouth
It's a drought
forgiving i see you in hitting
Said u was my brother thought we would be winning
Now i see your face in a car then i'm spinning
I hit that bitch one time then
Hello?
Yo AK
Where you at?
I'm on Westheimer brobro
I'll be there in like ten minutes
Come on, man!
Everyone is ready
I got everything ready for you
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
something for a minute
I was suspended up in thin air
Maybe I squint much too hard
To see what's right in front of my face
To meet your heroes
Is a fatal
stop you get popped by my warning shots
And if you try to come back, with a civil suit
I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you
[Bridge]
Order
never gonna let up
Now the pressure in your chest is gettin' heavy by the minute
You know ever since a kid, you never really got a leg up
And your parents
minutes for a milkshake huh
Jamaican red, I got Jamaican red
Y'all just make me laugh
Makin' up names for your shit
You're all little kids you
All getting
body twitching
Like narcotics shot in your system
Hiphop has been my religion
Since a toddler
My pops would listen
To Digital Underground
I get Around by
you're doin' your thing too
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
Fuck the church up, by drinkin' at the communion
Spillin' free wine, now my
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
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