Lyrics:
I'm a philly kid when I feel banks I still be spitting that will smith
I shut it down, we do that hell yeah we do that.
Your girl gave me those crazy
on a treadmill like Will Smith
Before I pop molly blue or red pill take your pick
The last shirt you wear got no pockets on that bitch
Can't take nothing with you
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
was
Like third world you know?
Like, if you ask someone from here like
Where is the third world
They might say "Oh yah man, I know I know
It's the disco
no
More shorty be wil'ing
Shorty adolescent ass belong on the island
I went from riding big wheels to
Wanting to be a big Willy
Found interest in drug
say, "Lisa, me will hurt you," but a nutt'n dem nuh do
Mi pum pum bless, nuh bwoy cyaan' left (I never lie)
Pose pon di cocky like a red carpet
Say
Remy bottles, Henny bottles by the box
Bullshitting, celebrating
Watched my niggas graduate from penny stocks
Life's a mystery got us like what
The fuck
And bragging nearly every time you open your mouth
You think you'll gets the women success will turn your head
Well I'm sorry to inform you that stuff is dead
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
Latin history in the
Making for trill title takings
Like taking the love of Bob
Marley from a Jamaican
Y'all faking but for Bun B we
Will ride until our
yeah, yeah
This is resurrection
This is my story from darkness to light
Philly
After dark, mobstas come out, getting pulled over while doin a route
Nobody
His realm is a new horizon of cuts
They expand from his hand as he conducts
Aim a lot of cool projects not photography
Cut-Creator, Philly
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no
of the African
Or should I say the mother, bringin' us back again
From the drummin' on the Congo
We came with a strong flow and continue to grow
Feet move,
Geoffrey
Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest
I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk)
I got my mind on my money (the gwalla)
No apple, but
Murder but you know, free him up still
Listen
I disappeared from the map like Madaline
Man got locked by feds in the can
My G P.Dough Porkedyagal
B was
Will I get there
I've been gone for way too long
And I've been tryna find my way by home
Will I get there if I make millions
Will I make enough so I
you want from me? I got pistols for da haters,
Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders,
And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva
and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be
Yeah I'ma keep it g
I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva' sleep
Aye
We gon' ride
Northside
Home of the homicides and Them drive-bys
Where you from Nicca?
LV Northside
Home of the homicides
and them drive byes
Where you from nicca
L.V
already have an idea about the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
already have an idea about the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
actin' like a ho again
There you go, there you go
I shoulda never trusted you, from the jump
You disgust me so much
You made me look like Willy Lump
With
caught me by surprise that super soaker was down for me bae
The way your heart beat just like mines your love so deep it will never escape
Gave you my
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