Lyrics:
and keep away from these girls
But I had dreams of writing lyrics and - packin' out these shows
And Now I'm back up in the city watch the way my story goes
lyrics like they were a weapon
I'm spitting out bullets containing this venom
They hating on me and they give me momentum
Better get out my way fore I turn
I just want to stay high
Get these haters off my mind
Because they always talk shit
I just want to go and fly
With these lyrics so fine
Everybody's
be lying if you say it's
Not strong cause me and Jesus write these lyrics
From the chorus to the hook to the verse to the bridges
It's a two-way street
and their father before
Now there are so many options ahead and each one comes at a price
There's no way of telling which bet will come off
And you still only
Jacket it's on point like this Amiri denim (yah)
I own all my lyrics no I didn't rent 'em (ah, ah)
If he messin' with the boys, then straight
This is no mans land
Bitch better duck and hide
Got the lyrics automatic and will shoot where you reside
This is no mans land
It's a warzone on this
Neo
Watch me, yah I move like light speed
After I hit fats sacks of green weed
You want lyrics? Yo we got
That shit right here!
Phat rhymes? We got
I'm tryna be the best so I'm testing my limits
While perfecting my lyrics by connecting with spirits
Letting you hear it cos I'm trapped at the minute
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
wisdom but my lyrics do
I could never kill but my lyrics could
Give me 1 minute sip the lean I'm gone sip
Let me tell facts I go way back
Way way back
hands, and these four seasons
Are way too much for me
These lyrics on my wrist never really show
And I don't think I'm ready to go
I got two left feet,
hands and these four seasons are way too much for me
These lyrics on my wrist never really show, and I don’t think I’m ready to go
I got two left feet
hands and these four seasons are way too much for me
These lyrics on my wrist never really show, and I don’t think I’m ready to go
I got two left feet
I'm not a rapper, I'm a singer with a flow
I've got a habit of spitting
Quicker lyrics you know
You found me ripping the writtens
Out
everything you taught her
And this lyric is a miracle
And a blessing and a problem
This lyric is a miracle
And a blessing and a problem
And all I'm
diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I
Yo, When I rhyme I take up the medium pace
Personality's far from the median place
My ways, so extreme You could feel a strong taste
What do people
I'm way too musical
I just act that I love it
You are all my sensations
For me, they're endless
Singing all I know in explanation
For all my lyrics
I
you ready?
I wanna take you way back
To when a girl on a mike?s worth
Wasn't determined by the length of her skirt
I mean way back to creativity before
helicopter
When dem see di lyrics contractor
Koffee come in like a rapture, yeah
And everybody get capture, oh
Place lift up like helicopter (ay)
When dem
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it, then so be it
'Cause nowadays
the message man
These lyrics aren't for everyone
Only few understand
No no no no no no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
You don't know my brain
The way
books in the land of the crooks
There's no need for books in the land of the crooks
There's no need for lyrics in the land of the hooks
There's no need
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