Lyrics:
leave
And take the city 'cross the seven seas
But they know the boy doper than that shit they sold in Medellin
Put that on everything
I feel like Bill
and the Raiders of the Lost
While Tower Records was choosing to carry G-Unit
I was on that Revolutionary Theme Musik
The brothers from the Lou held it down
of hail stones cyclones turning
I'm shootin' lightning my fingertips got your fields burning
Now I'm a stand back slam it and watch what I deliver
TRU niggas.
Coatin' bitches only fantasized in your biggest dreams.
Make em scream like Master P(ungh!)scream for Ice Cream.
Got a nigga like
even care, what you be talking about
I'm busy! Boss status, That type of nigga you go to see to put that
job app in, surrounded by wild trees like
on the roof straight on a nigga
Bitch better hit my pager, Stojakin'
On a nigga, ugh, sniper
Dirt for your honor, straight dunking
Kick the cash out, he gon'
time next year we're talking awards
You lot are dead like you record in a morgue
I can't applause im appalled
What i write could never be forged by
unlock it
So I scoot round the front to the
Driver door at record speed a bit
Of piss goes on the bonnet but
Forget about that for a second
I open
shots but I cannot miss
N Every road been journey lookin like what the fuck is this
Tell me what side your on
Then tell me which side is wrong
Fuck
With its sockets and levers, it pulls memories
What happened today seemed like such a big deal
But as time passes by it seems less and less real
working these hours, I'm in a frenzy
Put your lighters to the sky high, days are gonna fly by
Every challenge is part of my own climb
I relax and reminisce
pursuit.
It’s big and it’s green and it’s coming fast. I dial 9-1-1 ‘cause who else can I ask?
“Hello, what’s your emergency?” “I’m being pursued by a giant
event
help me carry out the speakers
and put your favourite record on
We're in a house in the woods with no neighbours at sight
tonight we're gonna touch
a climb from the bottom, I’m just glad I got my view back
And some haters I told them voetsek
I ain’t got time for your bullshit
Trying to record a winner
out ... tattered on my hand, the d is in me
you can pretend ... but any
for good times i burn you minds like the ... opinion
and i put on for my city
hard
Imma big dog stick out my yard
Press record cuz you gon wanna take this spaceship
Takin off on a one way to mars
And you turn up regardeless
Show
won't break me, no, they won't break me (Ayy)
(The end of side one of this record)
You don't wanna admit when you wrong
You just want a VN for your song
Ay, Phil, put some sounds on me
Marks on my neck
She want a check (Check)
Pay all her rent (rent)
Smash up the bands (skrr skrr)
You and your
we guard the death so no one can record you
Them man are bystanders, they ain't bad by my standards
There's no playback on payback
I've seen so many
I'm sorry, Daddy,
I won't do it again.
Time you joined us captain.
No, Mr.
Hear me?
Captain, you're not going to damn well put your life
can, a little lazy
I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the daily
Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston
Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it
Excuse
the more you know
Levitate, record and go
How I'm in the studio, opium with audio
Cautious by default, even written in my horoscope
Book me for a set,
got hit up for nothin'
I smoke blunt after blunt, give my bitch a concussion
I can't trip on that ho, 'cause they come by the dozens
Like a record
ain't cashed in
Take your dead end job on on dead end street
Throw it on the record hon, put it on repeat
Aint nothing to see
Just little patch of rough
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