Lyrics:
checked out, with no coroner here[02:06.95]Saw the light at the end of the corridor beam[02:09.12]With a peak at heaven in my dreams[02:10.60]Hope half
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
Music must be a lady
The way it makes me love to me
Me, you, music, music,
I'm so amazed by your choice of melodies that you used on me
Lady
matters
Nah nothin' else matters
12 Rounds
12 Rounds
Hit the ground
Just stand back up
Keep on fighting
Till that knock out punch
All that matters is ya
out for the rats, mice, cons and the pythons
No Triple H, my God, I'm so sky high
Comin' down from the night sky, like a lightening rod
Shine like
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
greatest pb and j
If you can make it zeroes and ones
And i can print it out
I don't fucking care, i'll download a cow
I'd download the graduate
By mc lars
Non stop
Everything we got
Even when its hard
Cause thats what we was taught, uhh
Make a meal outta shit, hustle up provide but always
Cause thats
just like them other brothers in my line
Cue the music, I'ma cap a nigga with this sig
Since I owed a body to this booth that I'm in
Just imagine me
this shit heap's still kicking
But thanks for sticking around
'Cause this bad boy's here to stay and make it all the way to the next service bay
She's
to the cassies
NYC, top-down, Big blastin'
Nas said I'd be a legend, nigga, don't gas me
Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me
"How you make out that beef with
them weight again, they wasn't aware
I met on sight, she got clapped
I was playin' with a check before I rapped
Treatin' this music like I'm sellin'
might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered
By the blood of the King
I don't do black music I
Don't do white music
I do
hate
Tryna make it out, I thought I would've found a way
Thought I would've had it figured out by now
Thought I would've had it figured out by now
Wish I
of hood
It's 2trill watch how I do it
Bleeding out all on the floor
I had to help myself
It's just a metaphor
I feel like I was all by lone
And I had
music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
Music makes the clouds roll by, baby
Your music kissed my tears and set my eyes
Your
him
Had to take out the dreads I'm not a rasta
I keep the 9 on me call me Kenneth Walker
Yo bitch a eater nigga she not a talker
How I go from 12
Throwin' 40 bottles out the roof,
Breath about 100 proof,
Slammin' bot-els,
Rod-els shakin' my back,
So gone,
I feel like hurlin' off the yak,
feeling the vibe ya
Dub we ah go dub we ah go dub it
Watch out the girls dem Rock it
Tell you all a dem really love it
Come Rod Taylor come sing it
There's
feeling the vibe ya
Dub we ah go dub we ah go dub it
Watch out the girls dem Rock it
Tell you all a dem really love it
Come Rod Taylor come sing it
There's
already gone
If imma go rock out fuck nigga don't cop out
Step on bitch wit my rod and my cock out
Glocks and kays they sing when they knock out
All
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Yung R.O.D
Hey, my name is Ari, I got a story
I'ma fuckin' tell it, I don't care if this shit is boring
Got the wrist embroidered, cost like twenty
Em said he a god, Miley out here twerking
I walked in Def Jam, wasn't no black folks working
Soul is Robin Thicke, Adele's that too
Justin
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