Lyrics:
Skkolar a grad I mastered the class
More money more problems but problems ain't bad
Through all my encounters I learned from my past
It's all just
face and I expose ya
This ted talk II its time I spill the tea
How the girls that used to curve me start sayin' we meant to be
Why do niggas from potomac
Lost my grand-ma
Lost part of my soul
I cannot save these ****
These **** already lost there soul
R.E.D
T.E.D
I was raised by 8 Soul
Driving fast like
them Out!
Nuff space pon the land fi a man stretch out
Kingdom rise it no base by ststus nor clout
Tek a nex man shine if you harboring doubt
Even Obama
place wrong time, oh well we clicking
Now we on top, so well we winning
I remember down bad felt like it was storming
That Glock 'gone spit like Sway in
sauce!
Hot, hot, hot homie…
Call it Pasco Tabasco-
Now pass the Tabasco,
Ugh, this is Pasco Tabasco….
It’s the return of Mr. Nasty…
Straight out of Dade
at
Tryna get a name not the one to come spit at
They say I'm doin' my thing like
No one ever did it
Actually made a name in this hatin' ass city
That's why
Why's my story so ill
Cos bro my storys so real
It really hits home when i spit
Cos they know what I've written was actually the deal
Why's my story
all about survival God
(You know the epilogue by James Todd)
Put your life on the line, you running out of time
The coroner's calling, she know she
the ante up another several
Guess what? What?
You can't stand still in this game
Babyboy you better spit them flames, uh-huh
And I'm gone break it on down
gassing my cloud (Ha)
Move a pound lose a little weight re up out of town
What I know about it (What I know about it)
You can tell by how I go about it
motherfuckin questions it was time
somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson
I snuck in the house by the back door
it was like a scene from psycho
the bitch
Worth it
Vibes is what I'm burning
Shout goes out to Berner
Feeling all elite
Yea shout to ted turner
Y2J my attitude
But everyday a learner
Real bread
Take 'em out, make mine, kicked about it
Thanks to niggas who might make it illegal
And not rival the Beatles, and rock, rocking my peoples
And fly,
out when I couldn't see shit
I ran through the wall and that's when I seen this
I'm at the very bottom of the water, but it's not bikini bottom, man, I
it was a hot summer night their eyes met the moon was
full he whispered in her ear she blushed and then ted
pulled out the knife tracy was a girl
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
your check sitting up in this jar!
I need me an island, out by Zanzibar!
Two G with the sliding, we pulling their card!
There ain't a song with me on it
Downshift that bitch wrist twist then I lit it up
This bitch to fast they ain’t comin
So many horses that I’m yellin out Gitty up
Then we ride through
Recycle from out of a ditch
Bitch what up I’ma bust at yo’ head
You mad about that boy that nigga dead
I see you I blow you know how it go
And you know I
[ CHORUS: Dwellas ]
Dwellas rep real hip-hop music
This time you won't refuse it
In the clubs wild out and lose it
UG and Phan about to bring you
watch it
You folding, I clocked it
I'm zoning, be honest
I'll be making bank Imma prophet
Charming like Ted Bundy
Change the world like Ghandi
For my
on beats
So I'll kill perfectly
But next week Ima make my own heat
And spit how my day be
That's what I rap about
No It ain't always too flashy
Just bout
bedroom girl
We'll be by the candlelight
Making love all through the night
Break out the wine because tonight is your night
Enjoy the feeling I'm gonna
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