Lyrics:
on her grind I guess we'll rest in heaven
Ugh, I guess we'll rest in heaven
I need a down ass bitch thats here for a nigga
Im down for my bitch keep it
me remix the scheme for
Your stupid self
Kamikaze gun
It's suicide to let it fly at you
Hooks got you looking
blind
They call me the eye snatcher
Robin
question if I, wanted music in my life
If all I do is create and spent the rest of it online
Like that's not even real life
That's what they call Truman Show
life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88'
It's the revenge on the whits and lazerface oh break two three
God to analog monkey not me rock hard
And live the rest of my life forsaken?
Don't push me, 'cause I just might do it
I go dumb, but I've never been stupid
I've had nothin' in my life before
forget any details
Vacation for My Soul
Miss me, baby
'Cause I'm missing you
Wherever we'll be
There will be rest for me
'Cause you're a vacation for my
DIE FOR YOU
YO BLOOD IS RED
MY BLOOD IS RED
WE CAN WORK WIT THAT
THEN THATS WHAT IT IS
VERSE
EVERYDAY
P-T
EVERYTHING
3-B
1 MILE
2 MILE
3 MILE
E-Z
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles
I scuff up Diors and holler out nigga that ain't no money
Ain't no more free Ralph
RIP to Red I give my life to have yours back
If you didn't have
up
So you keep your hate up, (straight up)
We gon' show you how it's done man
King of the Ghetto and Corleone
Screwed up click for life nigga, real
minus the fact I'm nice I'm sorta like you
take my skills subtract it twice
divide that by 2 that's you and that's about right
but back to my life
Need a new set of breezies in my neighborhood
Got A few different flavors got me feeling good
Underdog for the people like Robin Hood ,Riding hood
"'The Charabanc Trip' by Ivor Biggun accompanied by Robin Langridge, aged 14, at the piano forte.
Music maestro please!"
On the map of North Notts
[Chorus: x2]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All
the two (RONRON load it up, RONRON load it up)
Take this lil' quarter piece, it's gon' put me in my mood
Life gave me lemons, nigga, it's lemon squeeze
fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
, once in a while
I see ya lovin my style
You know I can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
Divide, lay low until the ride be out
The four-five
on
Screaming rest up 15
1 Love for my guys
Trapped Ina Trenches
Some young niggas on the rise
Gotta get the guala by any means
If they want smoke with us,
boulevards flex em hard with my mini gat
Pull up on the ass shoulda shot where da hoes be at, hold me back
'cause I know two hoes that I'm gon creep with
Remember that day that I came away
Started losing focus,heads in a cage
So many years I put to waste
Four in a cage for the thing on my waist
Trust me bro,
show up at the track and I make your ass run faster
From the classroom to the lab to the gym I'm on my grind
What's this work-life balance? For me
life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88'
It's the revenge on the whits and lazerface oh break two three
God to analog monkey not me rock hard
champagne,
Livin' the life
In the fast lane,
And I won't change
By the glamorous, oh, the flossy flossy
The glamorous
The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous
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