Lyrics:
heart is still hard to come by
That's why we still hard
The cake low? We J-Bone, we still ball (bald)
Aint trying to catch what they call a head (call
(Illy Al on the mic)
Always looking past where I brought it (like that)
This choice is yours, you can let it pass
Or take part, regardless, this is where
soda
The time that I'm investin' make
Me take it over
Pardon me pardon me (Pardon me)
Pardon me
You know, there's the
There's the three stages I talk
a munch
People turn fake, I state that as a fact
Always under pressure, I won't take a loss
Cartier shades on my eyes
Still I can't see the future
AP on my
a souvenir
See what I'm doing here
See what I'm moving here
If you want to sightsee
Maybe take a souvenir
Maybe take a souvenir
Or maybe take a tour here
behind them still waits
Stands tall on that mark made
What lies behind them still waits
And waits even though it's changed
And waits
And Waits said
A Good
ever was and all that will ever will be,
(Chorus)
cnd so on sings the player on his stage,
His tune ever changing but the words remain the same,
So
fellas that passed
To every soldier meet Jehovah just
By tryna make cash to all my kkilla gorillas
And chinchilla in villas
Realer than most of rap kkillas
sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's mark the rappers out with two head with
Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff
Step by step
your jacket on fast and take a few things
And don't do anything to cause any sparks"
I said, "I have nothing on me
That would cause anything to make
I went on tour and you came on stage
Just look at the crowd and Smile And Wave
The liking your style it's all ok
Just look at the crowd and Smile
hm
I just passed that "nigga fell off" stage
Just sold out the O2 at my own pace
I can say that I'm attached to nobody
I been getting paper while
some haters tryin to criticize me. My bad
i'm up on stage while all the haters watch me. Gettin rave reviews dude,
how bout you? you that faker, that
De Ja Vu,
Years of performing, years of practice,
Respect from my peers, my girls tears on the mattress,
Every time that we went on tour,
And she was
romantic Trans, like a dance with the Phantom; and my love never stood a chance. Then this Dark Lady portrayed that she craved me; like an actor on stage
switch it now
Talking mad
Not a problem
I’m on war like a Trojan
Take your bitch
By her throat then
Ukno what
Now she choking
And I’m really on my
And tho I could never repay damage done to your closet
For ever stretch mark
I embark on a journey
To ensure that you heart knows
Your sacrifices was worthy
make cream and that's that
Whatever it takes, however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage, a motherfuckin' four-pound
Speakers leakin' out sound
tour I kill that weak shit off
Bitch I'm driven even Uber drivers' get pissed off
Pissing excellence so everyone's who we piss off
Meditate until
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three,
gotta make it 'fore it all falls down, yeah
I want my flowers 'fore the lights go out
Wanna die on stage carried by the crowd, yeah
I'm a popstar waiting
and leaps onto the stage with Christy Moore, reunited
In the nick of time with Christy on the tour
Couldn't take security, so we ain't take a seat
I played the fool before, but yo a ho I'll never be
They searched that tour bus in Milwaukee, had that .44
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