Lyrics:
takin' risks yeah we all in
You say the water's under bridges but you know the bridge is burning
The clock is tickin by the second, I know that time is
holler
Pimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent
brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten
and smash (Smash)
By the way, I feel tired for this game
Look, one two hey take a nap (Nap)
Look this ass, is dancing right in my face
Look, one two hey take
It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said
man his name is Jesus Christ
He made the ultimate sacrifice a new life
I am saved by the blood of the lamb
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
(Yea this Zo the Scholar checkin in to another
Porter Production beat- so everybody just stand up on ya damn feet, listen up, look)
Man my flow is
trouble seeing
All this time I've put in
Who is it that I'm being?
Can't recognize myself
From the one I did believe in
But I'm grown now
I got
occur to me to say half empty.
A bottle of piss of mysterious provenance.
What kind of man pisses in a bottle?
Goes to the trouble of squeezing the head
of Atlanta's throne
(I'm tha King)
If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
Tha King
Real Monster
Middle finger to ya life fam,
Say good night fam,
Killin everything is sight,
When I’m on the mic man,
Do it like ha first time,
Put
bam-bam-bam-bam
Bam-bam-bam on that faucet
Damn that faucet for the stupid ol'
Drip that it is I tell why'
I really am sick o'that drip
Maybe the plumber man's
of bad peers
Well, lookin' back, man, guess I laugh at it
Just kids making trouble in they math classes
Just kids making trouble till
It's past savage
poor man ah fighting
I wonder why they find it so exciting
Cause I don't wanna die for your money
I don't wanna die for your troubles and your border
Baby don't seem to care
Her lovin' cupboard is bare
Nobody loves me
Your troubles growin'
You should be goin'
Nobody seems to care
The blues have
very early
Used to wake up tired we dey fire bro it's scary
We barely slept at night we dey grind hold steady rub her belly how she like man I try for
and chain
Trouble on the corner,
Just around the bend
He comes knocking at your back door, and you better not let him in
But trouble in the distance is
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
that money man like gymnastic
Niggaz will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom,
much of a man
If I don′t make a stand
So rise up Josie rise up
Even tomorrow is uncertain today
Jeremiah and Josephine
Crossed the border anonymously
About a man who walks among you, a man you each know well.
My name is Simon Keeper I had a wife and three grown kids,
A job in the towers cooking
couldn't seem to find a way, these people tryna send me (man)
Threw my money out and cut my seats up on my Bentley (man)
Straight Dickies and tees 'til I
other than this?
I mean, man my vision was more brighter than this
That's in the physical, cos the spiritual is much real
My journey from 2011 has been
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