Lyrics:
divine
Don't even know where to
Start, with this pain
But I've grown attached
Look, I would give up an arm and
A leg just to get you back
Lately feeling
straight by pound
Who are we the loudest in sound, stargazing til I'm lost in the sound
Then I woke up to reality
And realized it was just a dream and it
when lemonade was drank by Wendell (Yuh)
Won't ever stop on my grind til I get that gold medal ayy
Elevated up, I'm on another level (Another level)
I'm
act
Love it when you post and yo team there to hype you up
I'm like your nigga a lame cause he don't hype you up enough
Catch my attention when you
agree cause honestly I plan on clearing past that
So let's get going buckle up enjoy the ride
You know I got the drive, co pilot by my side
Slow driving
Now why’d you have to lie to me I blame Mr. Geppetto
This Coconut Ciroc got me, dancing with devils
Who ever fucking my ex do a better job
I don’t
that's what the case is
Guess you don't get it it ain't no talkin down on greatness
Gotta Speak it into existence if you broke talk about rich shit
Talk
There’s something that I’ve gotta say
I know we get caught up in the day by day
But it don’t need to take a minute or two
To remind you
That we’ve
She caught the bus at 5:06
That's in the AM for all you little trust-fund kids.
And it's a 45 minute trip
If she ain't in by 6, she'll catch
Kgale rele botsa gore re phela ka this hiphop
Every day re betha beat'i KO
This time yeah we don't stop
BC got a dope hit,we about to blow quick
Katz
yall hearing me now
See y'all don't hear unless you're hearing me shout
So I get high and keep it going til I'm here in the clouds
Living the life we
Spitting different rhymes
Someday I'll catch you disappointed
Disappointed
I never tried so hard
To get every single word out
That my tongue carved
Lord have mercy on all my enemies
Know I make it all by any means
Know I won't fuck like, you ain't coppin' no cleats
Pull my dick out, now she drop
It's Hard Being Black
It's Hard Being Black
They love our skin and bones
Til it's time to get a business loan
Gang nem ready to get it on
You not
Microphone masked MC's, Macabees
Hard head MC's get told and still they freeze
The truth came in flesh but still you don't believe
The best thing you know
Microphone masked MC's, Macabees
Hard head MC's get told and still they freeze
The truth came in flesh but still you don't believe
The best thing you know
And I'm likin' on your aura
So what's the plan girl, what's the move
Huh, let me switch it up
Big dog talk, you ain't tough enough
I'm about to pop, get
and some G's
Chasers about that paper
Pass that weed if you a friend of me
You see Big Triece kill a fifth of Hennesey
And get bucked wild in the
Club thats
my heart
My fault, I don't know what I thought
You always fuckin with my thoughts
Yeah, don't be hot just change the game
Don't want fame respect my
(Ess Get It)
Boy I taught you better than dat nigga better stand up straight keep yo hands by yo waist real estate put you in yo place
How much food
stop til the day a nigga die
Anytime anyplace I'm gonna do it like Janet
Tryin to get high with the whole damn planet
I'm a smoke by myself if I can't
Forgot that I hurt you
By not being there
Stuck you with these non-rappers
Acting like they never scared
But they ain't one hundred
Don't let em fool you
that I hurt you
By not being there
Stuck you with these non-rappers
Acting like they never scared
But they ain't one hundred
Don't let em fool you
Nah,
amin (You got nothing on us)
Dumura kami sa libingan mo (We spit on your grave)
May tattoo pa rin ako (I still have tattoos)
They don't know
Our sun
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