Lyrics:
Big B's with a few C's
For the money it'll be 100 people on it (Action)
Big matchin' with the OV
Backyard with the young nigga, lowkey
Five stars,
Big B's with a few C's
For the money it'll be 100 people on it (Action)
Big matchin' with the OV
Backyard with the young nigga, lowkey
Five stars,
"Let me-, let me hold that"
"One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me"
"What?"
"Three for you"
"Get, get, man, I'll smack-"
"Fuck is
done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
here to double up s3 me y3 no nn3 na anfa ahh morrow a San go do am cause am only loosing if I start giving up
You can do better , Don't settle for
name three
Make that shit talk with every word you say
Don't make our names bad surprising eyes
By disguising lies
If i said it did it meant it aint no
I'm just tryin’a tell you something that you never heard
Tryin’a say I love you with some better words
I'd talk about your body but that's John Mayer
dem f**k roun mi link a hole dem sleep inna
Dem dawg yah dem nuh nyam cheap dinna
One drive by slap weh all three nigga
Verse 1
Tell dem tan a dem
line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain
prayers
Protection by the layer
For the wavy headed conveyor
Who was once a 3D player
Now I'm in the 5D realm
Used to be amongst Elm
Had me feeling
From 1-7-3 and Audubeezy five hundred dimes
Body stashin' by the pee-pee
Six hundred pounds combined
Stuffed like peppers in a Z-three
I used to ride
Hundred for my bail God said watch this
I'm going to send my son get you on the top list
Holy Spirit with me so I send a hundred clips
We serve
No more words left to say
do a hundred in the rain
Running from darker days
Change my ways
I flipped the page
On you punk bitches
I switch lanes
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutchmaster
Enter my potential of script it might flash you,
Wit impact, of a two hundred pound wind,
See you chased by
I feel
I feel like
For real
I feel like
Hey, hey, hey
Feelin' like I've gone three hundred sixty-five
Barely alive and nearly back where I started
Meant something
If nothing else I know that I meant something
Look I been runnin'
Three years I've been tryna keep it ten hundred
Meant something
that's prosperous
Flow's elemental like phosphorus
Rhyme three hundred sixty-five days
Stories told seven hundred thirty ways
Quantity quantified
Quality's
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
blunts till my arm look like Popeye
Till the day is bye bye
Till then, three hundred G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin'
their property
Word to Samson, the tongue will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
I heard him cursin'
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