Lyrics:
would amount to nothin'
That I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence
Or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, "He
Looku[02:12.74]No matter what you do[02:13.79]Dey go Looku Looku[02:14.42]I got rich minding my business[02:15.67]Two cents a daily dividend[02:16.98]Perfected my
She switching positions while we fucking
Always on a mission up to something
Verse 1
Bigger and better with more cheddar ect
No matter who we
immortal, I'm rapping for more than just fake clout,
your planet off course & you cannot step up to these bars if you're ordering takeout.
I'm savage
are solar radiation you're the intuition
Logic breaks things apart lunar integrates the engine
Vision that mystic art tuning flowers to be still
A God
medicinal
I don't need a break from you
I need to be healing you
But putting up walls protecting
Myself thats what I tend to do
And I don't mean no harm by it
Streets showed me the grind
I chose beats and rhymes
Die for me (no)
Die for me, die for me
Die for me (no)
Die for me, die for me
Die for me (no)
Die for
Cheese on the beat
Me and Bean in the Stu no sleep
We done been in the scene no cap
Since crane at the age 13
Now it's pull that track gotta slap
No less
me no matter how good I can be I can never get eternal security
I will forever be a sinner that's saved by
Grace
And at the same time a saint as I
All for a name spend a grip Dior[00:18.07]Pretty Spanish bitch call her Dora no explorer[00:21.58]I-10 by the way[00:23.18]Driver's license please
fast forward[01:56.88]Cos i n two weeks I won't call no more[01:58.76]Bitch I don't wanna meet her folks[02:16.06]Either I run away or walk this way with
magic number
To build up in my bank, when done for peaceful slumber
No more encumbered, pushing rocks up a hill
I will tread on the grass, not run
my life, sounds morbid but, it's sorta fun
No mask, no service, get rejected, it's weird
It's more about projecting their fears than respecting their
street niggaz is dyin for
Snatch your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13
Professionals wit no things, say no more
Check my Dogs at the Reservoir
Let’s pull off our pairs of Vans
Lie on the carpet of sand
Open arms with hand in hand
As time goes by
No more surprise
Just listen to the whisper
Knows what she's been missin'
No turnin' back for little Sass E. Frass
Will they be standin' side by side
If their love they cannot hide?
No turnin'
Knows what she's been missin'
No turnin' back for little Sass E. Frass
Will they be standin' side by side
If their love they cannot hide?
No turnin'
learned the definition of strong woman
And can’t no one ever take from you
I love you
At 13 you found my stash
Just about a whole zip and a gun stuff in
my flowers round here
Surrounded by a hundred thousand doubters in my ear
That's because they're jaded by them copycats
Trying to sound like everybody
keep me low ( let these niggas know)
Got no love from momma cuz she be making dough (cuz pops a hoe)
I swear i gotta find a way up out this hole
Okaay
seen
I have never seen before
I don’t waste my tears, crying over dead flowers
Over the past no more
Cause there’s so much to live for
That’s what you
seen
I have never seen before
I don’t waste my tears, crying over dead flowers
Over the past no more
Cause there’s so much to live for
That’s what you
one floor down down one more
I’m stuck in this small box on the 13th floor
It's Friday my superstition explodes explores more ways
For this to go no way
flows
Hustle
Ship it fast I gotta go
Hustle
Get the stacks I need some more
Hustle
Check the pats I gotten cold
Got the flower yea you know that I be
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