Lyrics:
concealing so stoppin' for police isn't wise
Doing people wrong that only done you right isn't nice
They say, "Two wrongs don't make a right"
Whoever came
hear the beats I've provided
I threw the tape up onto the front desk
And said, "drop what you're doing and give my tape a check"
Well just three seconds
or adrenaline[00:25.66]It's also called l'appel du vide, high place phenomenon[00:28.43]Unsafe, it's what I need; I'm wrong; I'll put you on at your discretion[00:31.66]See,
The Pistolero Song
Boots of wasted leather, on my sweatin' tired feet,
c horse beneath my arse, this track it ain't no treat.
I'm going after Old
a mirage, nigga, something you've never seen
Seen the closest niggas go fraud, lil nigga I can't breathe
A nigga done grieving I'ma go get it by any means
don't know what you've been told
But I'm far from God
And I know what's wrong
I've been playing the blame game
Expecting God to take my shame
For my
as if I've been civilized. Been
polarized. Been followed by poltergeists. Been scolded
twice at least with every piece of age old advise ever
told
I thought I was fly
My momma rolled by in that 05 Durango and it caught my eye
I fell in love with big bodies that ride
I'll rock big body when I
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
incarceration
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'
A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin'
as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles
to be told
Eight more verses, but let's take this slow
Three more lines and I need to go
Attention, excuse me, I'm comin' through
Battle you, they're like
wealth of the world's eighty five richest people is equal to the three and a half billion poorest people
It's fantastic, and this is a great thing because
Its 3 O’clock wish I’m working from home
Hope I don’t loose my job
Social distancing is real easy for me
It’s what I’ve been doing all along
to the floor
Back up and then drop
Effervescent time
Time's of the essence
Make 'em undress in
Less than three seconds
So whores keep steppin'
Whores keep
Chorus:
Marbek on my feet
Then I do street
O.T no sleep
If you’ve seen the things that I’ve seen (things that I’ve seen you wouldn’t believe them)
I can’t
Hines if they was tappin
So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
I'm never missin a beat
(Ain't it funky)
[ VERSE 3: Everlast ]
the wrong
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin' right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen
the long
Til' you hit me with a text say sorry, but I'm done like
Six years went by just to say the words I'm done throw it all away
There's not a day, not
Chorus 3
So I dare you to doubt me
say it can't be done
I ain't gonna stop
till the air's left my lungs
Say I don't belong here
Tell me that I'm wrong
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
I want to be good, I want to be strong,
But I treated him bad, I've done him wrong.
I've taken his money, I'm given him hell
And he takes it all
and panic
I done seen her pain, this living is not the way
Pick her in the caddy, I'm nothing just like that lackey
Man feet of clay, I'm walking to make
Just checked in, to number 507,
Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone.
I ain't no saint, I know I ain't no sinner,
But I guess I've done somebody wrong
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