Lyrics:
jail know they all want you to fail
Know it can get to ya' head but only if you let it
Let's go put my life up in perspective
Couple cases done got in
Show 'em how it's done like a kamikaze
Bodies in the trunk of
My homie Villies Maserati
Evidence we got 'em (got 'em)
Pictures like the paparazzi
hop turned to an urban fable
They snatched the sound and fed it to bloodhounds
Now I'm seeing why the railroad had to go underground
I mean, shit
My
is all I am tied by
All I am tied by is all I am tried by
Disease inside my synapses, what's my life's synopsis
My death media profit, I can't be
survive
I barley started my climb
I found a cave over here
We should go see what we find
After that I
Just keep on moving I'm fine
I will survive
I barley
Got my new found talent
Fishing the women all out for my ballad
Collective trade might work in Harrods
Go Put on my ASICS not new balance
Checking my
I gotta follow through with my plan
I believe in universe too, flow in life and surrender
I ain't cut for cookie cutters, bitch I'm one of a kind
You
notorious, you ready to die, shoot
Take a look in my eye, magic medicine my proof
Catch you walking round the fair, care to step into my booth
Can you step
Van Pelt
And I chuckle when I think damn I made it to that NFL
I just fought for I wanted inspired by Nelson Mandel
And maybe I gave my best, truthfully
back to the streets
Don't let Viacom, dictate the heat
The nerve of them, I never heard of dem
Askin' me about, my urban spins
And if I got about,
of the greatest sentences I haveve ever read in my life and I very much want to share it with you. And I'm not trying to put the guy down, and I'm not saying 'Oh
Serving All you can eat
Just tip by making me skeet
Now You can act shy if you want to
But I'm a real life Cookie Monster
Now You can act shy if you want
Wake up in the morning feeling live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come alive
Everybody
wanted that to be my life
Now I'm doing something bout it
Now I'm spitting on this mic
Now I'm trynna get it right
And make a milli like its light
Can't go
it's my CRO
I used to go Urban Junction for my trainers and Surrey Street Market to get my clothes
Time Is Money, Lot 29, For Us By Us copped all
at points in my life
That has been a collective narrative
One that we are currently reweaving, right now
So what do you need before anything else
You need
Yeah
Wanna ball like Michael Jordan
My colour, my music
So i'm urban, suburban
And it's relatively ordered
I'm bothered
Crossed the line, crossed
all I want is the neck
Fuck all that talkin bitch all I want is the check
Look I do this one for my shooter he put the ball in the net swish
My life is
me about my urban spins
And if I got about a thousand of them
I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that
Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
on the road
Severed bodies on the floor
I was hanging by the road I was
Walking on my toes
Feeling dead feeling dead
Watch the blood drip from the rose
I resent
Life's too short, so we gotta turn up
Man talk on my ting for the 'Gram, it's intrusive
I never really thought 'bout taking a life
'Til I found out my
cause
Pole position my verbal contact no life support
We'll maintain position lift off to ignition
Frequency feedback provide ammunition
The brain
FLAME.
URBAN WARFARE, SILENT WAY
LIVE IN THE NIGHTMARE, HAUNTS MY DAYS
LEGION OF FACELESS
MONSTERS ARMY
DEHUMANIZES
THE SNIPER ALLEY
HATRED OF LIFE HAS
Sell Out
On the radio
This is suburban this is a urban
This is a city this is a country thing
You driven by your body
So you out here looking for
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