Lyrics:
Dancing on starlight
I'd be a fool to fall so soon
But I think I just might
Call it a lost cause and
Keep my fingers crossed that you're feeling it too
got a sure tip at the weekend races
A horse called Valance came in
By this time I knew him well
So he set me up with my own hotel
It's down in
of brother to stand out, always keep my hand out
To help another brother, what is taught by my mother
Good to the drip drop and I won't flip flop
Straight
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
Middle finger up to you mediocre rappers and
Hold up
Don't ask
You ain't even on my level
I just passed the rocket man
You ain't even on my level
Flaming
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
To break even I square up and stay fighting the odds
I’m a Libra my whole life I’ve been finding balance
To face which side to tip the scales has never been
was there to be explored
Like Indiana Jones, I pretended to be
Well do the kids even play tip the can anymore
Do they play outside like we did before
why these niggas wanna try
Car go zoom , could’ve did a drive by
Can’t get a piece , this not a pie
Roll thru the city wit a blicky
Middle finger up
ate the apple
My mind state is a settlement that's hand picked by the fingers of God
Now dispersion is a work of art that I find everytime that I use my
nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off 'cause his raps
nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off 'cause his raps
to the pinnacle
Modern Millennial real as they come on the tip of the pedestal ooo (24)
Nigga be talkin tha shit (Yea yea yea)
Please get the fuck off my dick Ye
with my homies
Gettin yelled at by my teachers
Catchin kisses from the girls
While they tellin me a secret
Pain in the world
May seem like it's gonna
[Chorus]
This for my niggas on the block dodging one time
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time
of Trayvon's dad as a present for him
In my present form I'm desert storm
Appetite for destruction is no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less
Woah...(Woah woah), whose Sin.0
Wait for the beat then you gone know
Make a couple bands by my lonely
Nah nigga I don't wanna be your homie
Hide...
the fun
The info is so infinite
Taking lines off the toilet seat
The answer at the tip of my tongue
Words of an angel gently sung
Got my fingers in every
the flow, I can see cash
Money, everybody gully
Full clip in my wall reach with the skully
Snug fit on my thug shit
Got that 38 with the snub tip
I ain't
Whippin, swervin, whippin, swervin
Black tinted windows on this M3
Pedal to the metal in my AMG
Talk that shit then I'ma let my fingers squeeze
the back
I dont do any of that
I do my show get the bag
I am so malo I'm bad
I hit it then I do the dash
Shoot my shot Look like steve nash
Working out you
about your sugar lips
Got a feeling for you now that's so strong
I'm dreaming of the candy in your finger tips
Baby don't stay away from me for too
All by myself
I don't need no
Nobody else
I'm stuck in my comfort
I don't need no
Nobody help
Nikkas asking for a walk through
A walk through that
to find a way
Got to find a way
Rock by my lone, so I came with a blick
My Glock is a hoe, so it came with a dick
Hollow tips all in your whip
Hollow tips
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