Lyrics:
experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that
(KM.G)
KM.G will never be a trick
Step up to the mic like a baller then I
matrix
Became a great risk just for day trips while they lay bricks
That’s how they play tricks
Nothing is guaranteed
A spark burn memories the past is
Guess it's cool
So into you
Like Fab and Tamia
Might do a four page verse
That's word to Aaliyah
For me that's a cheap thrill
Like that song by sia
My
cheeks, having no money to send to me, that's the reason why my songs
Play in the streets
Inflationary society, poppy doesn't need your sympathy, I need
the streets
Alone
I sold my soul
But the price was cheap
And idolize all celebrities
Another day without a trick
Is another day that your kids won't eat
So you
With that he fired, the other saying as he died,
"You've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon
the cleaner."
With that he fired, the other saying as he died,
"you've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever.
Robbery, assault and battery,
the teachers that shape us
Why
Is it so hard for teachers to get raises
When they have a hand in raising us
Sacrificing their youth for you
Until their hands
Washington couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the city
I know it's shitty but I can do without the pity
(Baby never
you never seem to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
'Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang
and told him
'You'll be okay'
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplanin'
They hopin' that they catch they big break
What are
on her feet
And I know when I look back you'll hurt from when you disowned me
I'll explain you in some words your cheap, angry, and a deadbeat
I said
too high to drive, but I'm not too high to work that iron
Gotta say it in these songs
I told Cy, ask me what I'm chasing
Told him, yeah, I'm chasing
Screen saver on weeaboo
Weed stay at home, we in route
Repeat ya favorite song, bring ya state along
Streets will make us all see it through
Meet
to my guns in holy matrimony
With street raps, all the bullshit, you keep that
Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gats
Since school
paying 10 a piece
Playing wit that bitch boy I’m playing with some cheese
You laid up in the sheets I’m gettin money out the streets
I’m smoking cookie
Times goes by
Giving but denied
Cause living in this ghetto is a crime
And you know that got me
It got me crazy how this evil gives us trouble
It got
girl
Good kid, mAAd city, watch my day unfurl
I put my life in these sentences
Fucking right
It's either that or life sentences
I'm relatives with
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
Gradually, they mastered a technology
Based on inorganic lifeless substances
Their culture
Was a travesty
In 1901
John Francis Queeny
Founded
at a seance
Shut the fuck up
Please hit the like and the follow, link in the bio
I'm here goin' live at the condo, be here tomorrow
I'm writing a song that
me
Grew up in the slums never dumb was friendly
But the streets beat it outta me tell 'em I'm deadly (I'm deadly)
By the end of 5th grade more than
I'm so street, keep birds with no beat
Keep the piece between my
Jeans and polo briefs
Don't flow to no beat if your flow weak
That's like wearing
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