Lyrics:
Some place I feel, are you ready?
Touch, touch
What you like. Take, take it
Calm me down
Calm me down
Calm me down
Touch, touch, baby
Touch, it sacked
Cannot lose the balance of the focus
Rapping like massacre
No notice
Sacked but never handed in a notice
Savage slick I swear that is my slogan
Yo
up
Got the sack in, I sacked out
Domestic violence beat up the pot
Trappin, trappin, trap
Trappin, trappin, trap
Trappin, trappin, trap
Trappin,
hands up make em smack
We united like a wolf pack
Invading darkness never turning back
Like a quarterback devil been sacked
Were armed and dressed in
on your block bitch we air it out
Stay sacked up in the club bitch we fan it out
Ain't staying loyal to your boys bitch you selling out
Got the whole world
Moss
I said yeah, I had to make a way, had to run this shit back fourth quarter
Tom Brady make that play don't get sacked, they don't even want no beef
no team and end up getting sacked
We keeping em running running running
I hear them niggaz got that cheddar but them niggaz rats
Keep it a hunnit
You've gone and burned that bridge
You've gone and sacked that city
And now you lost it all
Ain't that a pity
You gave away the store
For just
fire.
Gotta hit her wit an ice pack.
Got racks, get sacked.
You know my pockets fill a hunnid bags.
Shorty gag, long drag.
I gotta keep up with
And where are the people going
Will they choose the road?
I've packed my bags and I've got my freedom
I've sacked the rules so I don't have to heed them
us away
Like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up
Stacked on the curb
In their mind
And their daddies didn't want us
Hanging 'round their girls
up) at me (fuck him up)
Instead of (fuck him up) to me (fuck him up)
My intelligence (fuck him up) sacked me (fuck him up)
But he says (fuck him up)
a whole one fat like Biggie
Control the ting like Diddy
Feds want me sacked for conspiracy
It come like who killed Pac and Biggie
How many times man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ok, yeah, look (whoa, Kenny)
Sacked him 'cause the boy weren't patient (weren't)
Smoke weed, tell it turn man quavers (loud)
a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)
Jordan number five, Gucci man, I'm still alive (whoa)
fat, get fit, get a life
Get it on get it up get it off of me
The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
Get sacked, get the facts, get
back
Girl this ain't that
Put you in the field
And you got sacked
Girl i i
Wanna
Girl i i
Touch on ya
Girl i i
Love you
Girl ain't no one
Guess what, RYDR is back
Don't try to come at me because your bars are wack
Don't talk back or you might get sacked
Because I'm a really Young determined
Scorched earth
Dragon's wings
Hatred rules
Maces swing
Goblins rise
Swords clash
Cities sacked
Turned to ash
Fire hail
Blackened skies
Screams of pain
Still dealing with the same problems from way back
And i'm running thru the field with these dreams and I wont get sacked
Been and felt too many
This how I feel today
Bitch I'm sacked up tryna get it
Why do I feel this way
Jit you serving all in them trenches
This how I feel today
All my
a quarterback devil been sacked
Were armed and dressed in black
We're coming and were on the attack
Hells gates can't hold us back
We got the keys check the book
outta line he getting sacked
He a lunchable what that mean that mean he getting packed
He ain't with the shits Kay ain't with the shits he in the trap
Kay
Ain’t giving passes catch em creeping load dat clip he sacked,
A Hunnit k on “I cn feel em” I’m tryna break dem stats,
Bitch my first album hit
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