Lyrics:
Mad doing main road tryna get to the peso
Doing up doing up doing up mad
Back when me and Avelino used to make tracks
Live and die in the LDN in
Stay off his dick!
Nigga, some don't think I can flow, so here we go
To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw
Styles that show up, I blow
a disguise
Even though it was a fight
Never lost track of my sight
If my back's against the wall,
I look up to the skies
And I thought I was too tall
But you
I got too much on my mental
I can't even kick it with you
I'm not into what you into
I been going through some things that I can't speak on its
dirty, shall we?
Let’s
Get
Dirty
Alright, that was a little bit too much. Wasn't it? I'm so sorry, he can be stupidly pretentious at times. Let's get back
nosed bastard
I'm just gettin' started okay
When I stop by, give me cookies and milk
Nah, I can't eat that, boy
I got a new grill
Have a little egg nog,
endeared
Staring at that door, half-expecting you'll appear
The thought of us hurt too much to keep it near
So this distance between us compares to light
a better Christian
By 9th grade i got saved
Now he's losing his religion
Hope and faith affected our decisions
So do we pay for dark days
Or will they be
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
to give you guidance but not say too much
Tried to lead by example, didn't I have some nerve
Telling you stay out the street while I was out slanging herb
And you just need new stock
Running my town might need new socks
Sweat too much need new creps and a top
Swag too much when I lean and bop
But lean back too
the world like Mary
Sleepin rarely, too much beast for the Aries
Gilla! Get cream like, Ben & Jerry's
Too fly to mail me, C.O.D.
Opened up my mind and let
Too many sounds irritate my ear holes
Like Planet Rock beats from L.A. hoes
The same old thing same ol' shit I'm tired
Was once on the payroll
swerved off of my lane and I forgot my own name
Is that Kane by the age of ten I had people saying
Walking round with his head down
Little did they know
you're doing it all by yourself
I gave myself a second chance and I put out a track
Maybe it could be the one that puts me on the map
Maybe it could be
me
If you wanted to play for a losing team you should've joined the Yankees
I be giving them too much time in my raps it be a little lengthy
Confront
Hi, how you doing? It's Mr. Paid Little Bastard himelf
He a Paid Little Bastard he go by Gambino
Aye that shit crazy she wouldn't fuck me
Now she
mama)
Too much ammunition, I ain't really with the drama (bah, bah, bah)
Block 19, I be runnin' with some gunners
Ain't shit stoppin' my grind, I'ma be
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty
the talking, time's past by
She said what? first of all
She said who? second of all
She did that? third get out my face
This ain't no race, my pace too fast
Turn me up just a little bit
A little bit more
Maybe is that, is that the max
Shoutout my nigga Will
Right
Exclusive shit
Tell me how you got here
to bell me back
That's calm, forget it, I get it
I got too much pride to ever try beg it
I've spent too much time on everyone's dread
And now I've clocked
I'm dealin' with too much stress
So I stay up on my p's and q's
And watch out for the G's and fools
'Cause the homies that I thought I had
See me
can you sit on my face?
She listens to too much DBE
Everyone got PTSD, how come now everyone sip on lean?
Don't you know that I grind two fours?
I'm
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