Lyrics:
Duplicate things from the past
I just wanna appreciate, celebrate
Resonate with you
Give thanks we are blessed
Come to me boo
Come to me boo
We gonna reach
the fuck is you
A greasy fat fuck
That is what you is
Gotta lose weight you big-bodied bitch
Kick you in the nuts so you cannot have kids
Spit the truth from
Like how come there's many things that I know
That most kids at my age don't know
If you try to dig deeper then you'll find
Most of them were raised by
For
The
Phillipines
Penal
Code
In
Killing
Things
And
Ending
Beats
And ending
Beasts
Wild
Flags
On
The
Play
But
Aint
No
Surrendering
Bitch
NIGGAS CAN'T HEAL ME
I ring god when I deliver
I'm straight from the strongest isle AND I GOT NO -?-
And get wild in any burrow
To my warriors on Riker's
style
Know the been boy been wild
Done some wild things
I'm a wild child
I suggest you keep the peace!
B4 I make that thing go BLAO!
Call yo ass by
man's ceiling, now when
I was a child, I did things as a child but now that I'm a man
I bust your ass and get wild, my style from jump, nowhere near
I
Say it right in front of y'all
Imma do my thing nigga
Spring winter summer fall
Till I'm six feet under dog
Cuz I'm the underdog 24/7 365 each year
a freeway, now I'm switching up lanes. Turn around and smash your hard like a hundred mile train
Such a beautiful girl, and she comes from the streets. She
that I didn't even ask for
Gettin hastled by wild boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys
Any instructions given he put some more shit on like, now boy
got no Stamina
You came on stage with your bow legged walk
Grey hairs on your head and that slur in your talk
From the start of your show I didn't take
took mine off the top, for the hard time
You know you need me in the streets, to help you run things
And if you catch a case, you got it wrong, I'mma
of steel
She'd tell us from the work we could all but kneel
Gettin nasty in front of guests was the way she'd like to do it
She'll say straighten your
I'm upping the heat
You got a ghost writing for you behind the sheet
I was raised by concrete so I belong to the streets
Everyday is thanksgiving cause
But it's come
Like the sun
You know it won't let you hide
When the city passes by
Right under your feet
And you've slowed down to stand
On the side
adversity
The streets were unkind to me
People, the demons, they see em the night when they're piety
Serves not a thing but propriety
Cause they should know
shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
Can't trust just anyone that you
Meet on the street
That's why I always keep a piece
Don't try to test me
Please, they come in all
Hippo
Come and get mopped-
By none other than Jane Dough!
Bitch
Lame hoe
You're a weak ass hoe
Fake police reports, tryna take me to court
Keep fallin in
side
Pushin' phat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's
took mine off the top, for the hard time
You know you need me in the streets, to help you run things
And if you catch a case, you got it wrong, I'mma
Hundred thousand in the truck
That's a rented Maybach
When you see me in the
Streets just holler "Dirtbagz"
Where my dirtbagz at?
(Way up from the dirty
From the suburbs to the city
In cafes, bars and clubs
I worked to find a future
A good career and love
My head spinning round
With the pressure
the men come out in the park to play mahjong
Pretty things turn heads shape what’s to come
Anything is possible underneath the shining sun
can't move
Spaceships all on my feet these ain't shoes
She send me one my selfies and say mood
Cops killing us in the streets we can't move
Then wonder
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