Lyrics:
like they made up of what's on the outside
I tell 'em to fight, and live life for a greater cause
They grew up on the blocks, lullabied by gunshots
Pray
the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release
coming out the scene its just wicked fickit
New Orleans, nigga what
That nigga Chad don't like it yo
What what
That nigga Bobby want to deal you fo
[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron
and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
y'all heard, I stay in hood
I'm damned if I voodoo, and I'm dead if I don't
Kick the crypt and baby walk with me
And we'll find a new place to haunt
Now the dead can't die,
[Kyprios]
I'm on my way, on the highway/
To a special place, it never rains, with better terrain/
And by the way I'll say good bye game/
But
have shit
Holes in my shoes picked on by other kids
I remember when they tried to rob me in the hall
I called my brother phone
He pulled up
Couple boys couple babes my apartment
The loud music made it look like it’s a Party
Don’t wanna rave
Wanna sly
I’m excited
Her flight’s leaving very
kid, let's get it heady
If the car moves 写る mirror に知る back number yellow が color
We love trouble ye by Burna ye ye ye like that sweetest trauma
New
making movies
I’m making music
Making new shit
You was making jokes
Now ya making excuses
Excuse me I gotta get dough
said what I meant tho
Why ya acting
sis or pop?
We crawl, we walk
He learns how to speak and talk
Running around the street as a kid is bug
We grow, indeed we forgot
I am not my name,
In 2016, I was a stupid kid just making stupid songs...
Like Play This At Your Party but atleast that shit went super hard...
Fast forward
Is you crazy
Playing that loud ass music in a private resident
Aye aye aye aye
Aye yeah
Aye aye aye aye
I'm about to raise the bar bench press
the criteria. You spit inferior
Lack the interior
I sneak you a peek my new fleece from Liberia
I'm feeling stronger than ever. Yeah
I'm feeling stronger than
Took flight with my cape to New York bro
Take a bow when I hit with this arrow oohh
Ima keep it a g ayy
I used to live up in GA
I was living in BK when
this music but they aren't listening
Trying this and that kinda rap, All them different things but...
Still, I will keep it real
Trying to keep it
speak when we're together like when I was just a kid
So these years of lost connection have been just a waste of time, fuck
So I'm dreaming of being
of Rock-N-Roll
You think the kids would know their history
Glued to their iPhones not paying attention to TV
The news is over their heads & Ziggy Stardust is dead
dreaming 'bout the doors going up like wings on new Aventadors
Keep uploading smash hits like Rich The Kid at the Brit awards
Butterfly the filet mignon,
was balling with my cousins
Decisions spontaneous didn't see the repercussions
Whoppings for our actions
They were cheaper by the dozen
Grew a little
rules
Almost died in a pool cuz I thought shooting heroine was cool
Hung out with all the wrong kids, you know, the trouble makers
The real deal breakers
Still tryin' to let it go
The feeling keeps following me
And I got to go
It's not what it seems
I love you though...
Yeah, funky music
Yeah, fuck
man
To get these words out
In the way I envision it
Elevate by any means so you know I'm gear shifting it
Great Bambino, over the fencing it
No more
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