Lyrics:
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
stand in line in the cue is never where I base (cubase)
School is never old how do y’all remain old school ?
When radios give me Air time I still take
They say I won't make it, I'm still gon' try
If it wasn't for my brother, I wouldn't be fine
I'm staying with him to the end of the line
I'm grinding
it's in fair condition
I'm tellin' the banks to help a brother, they never listen
Like almost every nigga in the world with the chains and the girls
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
oughtta take the place of livin'?
And what's a substitute for bread and beans? I ain't seen it
Do engines get rewarded for their steam?"
John Henry hid in
it!
Do engines get rewarded for their steam?
John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine
Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm
lose your feet
Shoot for P's I'm out for stacks
I ain't bothered with music beef
I got brothers Who backin me
I don't need to call
Any opposition Can get
cross the line when you know you couldn't pass
Don't act ignorant cause ya know that I warned ya
Straight from New Orleans but I'm chillin' in Richmond,
dead guys, I put the I in violence, so I advise you not to cross that line, real niggas don't televise
and he got by to keep that shit too quiet, I got
the boss and brother ohun t'oju ma ri po
No blame nobody papa O no be Buhari fault
Na by chance we no bother t'oripe ko Kari gan
And as I ask and them no
all in that feel
Now my brothers beefin', y'all don't really know how a nigga feel
Brothers beefin' with they own family, know how that feel
Bet you
complete you might not want to be there
Dead straw to gold bar spin fiber
Lost and found in a smitten kitten's incisors
They Aphrodite all over the burgle
you go to W W F U
Somebody put a slug in your brother then guess who
You know ima thug it but love it the best do
Not to many love it as rugid
rest in peace to Tshaka Figeoroa
Some got to grow up before they blow up
And did you ever know a young brother who had shit sewed up?
Rented some BM's
hue, brother
Who brother? Me? no no no, na na
You went and crossed that line you went just too far
So bye homie (bye), peace bruh bruh (peace)
Really
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between
propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers
We on a world tour
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
In the concrete jungle power lines is vines
And the tears of mothers of lost children that flood the streets is rivers
Sinners
Brothers and Sisters
I've been heading to the top (bitch get out my way)
And the grind don't stop, it goes day by day
Beat him up, spin his top til the block dizzy
Draco it
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