Lyrics:
all to the face
We pull off in that Wraith, if I did you wrong fuck out my face
Medieval I'm grimy, I pull up with that mace
And that chop hold a beam
front door, Nigga Come and knock yo shit
Double homicide, No revives, How we off a snitch
Fuck about yo bitch? Might just Put her up for auction quick
You
I pop off right
Chill give em a chance
How you throwing stones
Then Quicker to hide ya hands
Throw Dirt on my name
Just don't Speak on my Fam
If it
the opposite of Anne
I'm just sitting here in the back of the van
popping three Percs while I'm rolling off Xans
grabbing a can of tea out the beer
Liquor dem Dunn him start cyah news again.
Verse 1: A trat bout we a parie tru him want drink off mi Campari him go tell gleaner seh me a starie fi likkle
Man are out here killing it for the gang
might just spend this summer in dam
you will not hear Blay vision on set
man are still using pots and pans
or the tittle
It's hot off the griddle
Came to take the cake whether it's a lot or a little
Kaboom, Doom is nervous large
You could tell by his Blooming room
You should wish me luck
I've taken my own head off
It was not my idea of fun
It was not my idea of fun
So here's the prediction, you get
tear my drops
I will lose my lips
Though I can't stop plucking off
I can't see my core
I keep asking for you more and more
Can you peel my
it
And with my skill I even rock off church music
Get personal, and you might have to nurse a few
Clap or hum and I'll still kick a verse or two
Front
on plays the guitar
All the pretty girls are screaming take off your pants
If you go back to where we first met it will only break your heart
And if you go
again?
How many hours 'til I rage again?
This is the story of a young boy and the page we in
Say that he off chasin' fame again,
And there he goes,
we, this is how well
Cut the power off, give me cold cramped rooms
Disconnected phones and leaky roofs
Give it to me in large unpaid bills
My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt
No more room in the pan I cook up rhymes in a bigger pot
On a roll, what you figure got
Tricks up my sleeve you
Crush me down
An aluminum can
Poke me with a fork and half baked yam
Toss me in the frying pan
I would never bite the hand
If I could be sure
They're all on speed
Place your bets the worms crawl in
My bodies in the grave
Shouting in my room's no good
I won't be saved
Take the hadcuffs off me
a look at me)
Put it back in your pants (Tell me, tell me what you think you see)
Do you need an invitation? (Do I give off a bubble effect?)
Mr. Wagon,
winos
Dope fiends, 5-0
Gamblers, scramblers, pan handlers
Murderers that took lives just to survive, in 1545
The building, raised as a young nigga
waiting with lights off, their cats out,
Their wives in-- they're PEEPING!
They're peeping at the methylated man who spits in a can,
Spreads his hands for
Close to a decade of my life would fly by
School friends and I, we remain distant
They remained pissed off and twisted
Think they mad at me 'cause
knock-a-knockin' at the drug spots
We just wanna get a couple nuggets
If they blocka-blocka then we fucked off
(Argh) still I kick goals like Goodes
Still I got
on my back
Movin like we military
Gua jawab top floor bila tanya apa story
Macam Peter Pan I be flyin' so don’t stop me
And I Neverland leher ada
pan (yeah, yeah)
I'm way out of this league, goddamn
Take the sign off the beach, goddamn
I'm on a whole new swag, new Steelo
I'm in a whole new
Did You Hear Me, Did Anything Change?
We Did Continue And Further Estrange
And Follow The Crowd To Go Down The Pan
Then Pray For The Time When It All
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