Lyrics:
the real you bae!
Twenty twenty vision!
'Imma make you feel it!
Let me put that dick all in 'yo spine
You loving the way that i beat it from behind
When I do
a young people
And we filled with the Spirit
Matthew twenty eight
The whole world gonna hear it
This is our skill set
Liz brought her kid
And Pete's
know, speak the streets bro
Only way dawg
Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
Sell some real green dope
Sell some real green dope
Make some real
the present where the future can be moulded
The reoccurring question is:
What would I have told myself ten years ago?
Focus
You know the O was replaced by
lately, yah
Its been me against the world lately
Its been me against the world lately, yahh yahh
This lifestyle right here get real crazy, you feel me?
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're
that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Money, money, money
a smokin' barrel
But you can hardly blame a world that you ain't hardly travel
Just know we brothers, only God can judge us
And with this music I'ma make
amount 2 1 I want but this the real you. You know I never judge, but know someone who does,
(Bridge 1) (0:40 - 1:20)
Leave, little Serena, 4 I must
As the world goes round and round
Through my ups my downs my smile and my frowns
This is my life
This is my life
This is my life
This is my life
Twenty four
it nigga, for real
[Hook] X 2
[Snoop Dogg]
They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame
Some claim twenty crip but most
Ain't no leave it in the past if you from where I from
We leaving shotties next to babies
20 Shots in that drum
Never a promise that you'll make it
Yeah, Nino Jay
Come on, Dream Records
Yeah, we aren't playin' son
Come on, let's keep it real, son
Sweet nineteen in the year is twenty-three
Man, I
the goons pray, I'm knowing how this shit go
Real Lakeside baby, I do it for my kinfolk
Tell me what's the word, you must not heard, I'm stormin' by
real estate
While hip hop trying to hate, I'ma make some realacake
I'ma flip a couple houses, make a couple hundred thousand
Plus to me the mix tape,
Uh, got the whole city goin' crazy for me, whole world waitin' on me
Way I been recordin' lately, I'll be retired by the age of 40
Can't ignore me,
the junk
And then I bang, bang, the bump, the bump girl
My name is Apples and I rock your world
Worldwide, do your math
Thirty, twenty six, thirty six
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
real
Ride around with my Glock cause the world gettin' colder
Got fuck wit us if you fuckin' with my soldiers
Can't tolerate no bitch cause I'm only
and get me. (Come get me)
Calling all my bitches and we're stepping to the scene. (The scene)
No care in the world, feeling like twenty sixteen. (Sixteen)
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
This is for them twenty somethings
Time really moves fast, you were just sixteen
This is for them thirty somethings
That didn't turn out exactly
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