Lyrics:
in the pin
It ain’t his fault
He wasn’t there
When they locked me up that night
My dog dipped
She’s wasn’t there
But It’s a cold world
Burr burr buy
they take some out we can tell the story
5-0 treat the heat like a toy, kill off young boys
Eddie ain’t in his house in the morning
Another mom in
And promised us it’s succor, something to take us far
A mule and forty acres, our very own lands to till
And by God we knew we earned it by the sheer force
party order pizza out check out
some videos you see selling out
Put on some makeup and play around the school lookin'
fly in them shoes everything that
Yeah
It's the paragraph ambassador
The wild style fashioner
It's the god Rakim, the master
Feel this
(1st verse)
This is that lost ass
world
I could objectify girls before
I could even speak properly
Even now I can't talk openly
With the people closest to me
Kill two birds with one stone
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
run the met
I was locked, tried to get Shawty knocked
Simply by sendin' texts
I need it now, don't put me next
I'm ready to kill about a check
He can't
got that off the bows
Chef Boyardee, the way I play with The stove 100 million plus street Nigga goals
By the way that I'm ballin', I'm on my Way
holding fronto rolling bats so, so fat,
By the years I'm getting so close to the truth I see why they wants to kill that,
PHYSICALMETA flipping out so deep
You know you only get one chance to make it
You know what I'm sayin'?
So uh, when that bus come
You better jump up on it
Just like the beat goes
Murder:
It's a small motherfuckin' world
It's big enough to get lost and get tossed
Cause everybody want to be the boss
And watch that young
new things
I'm so open to what life brings
Blesses calling I'm hearing it ring
Is that success? I'm hearing it sing
Now I'm seeing checks, the sound
weapon what are you investing
If you had all the money in the world would you protect it
Or spend it nah I'm working for the next check
Making money moves
To know that I rap better
Than that bitch or whoever
I'm the boy with the heat, no toy
Don't toy with me, boy
Feeling very ominous
Who these niggas better
downgrade
set a course let the sound fade
cause we now slaves to the cookie
cutter what a world
mother pearl necklace
Exchanging it for diamonds and a headset
and lunch trays
Just happy them days ain't never kill me
Yea I remember, it was a hot December
Niggas dieing top of winter cuz
Them kids need them toys
But
Sometimes it feels like the whole world's against me
It isn't the Henny that bent me, I be in the zone
Gazing at the walls, depressed, iggin'
(oh shit he did it again)
Xanddy you know that he with it
Heard the rain pouring lemme get it
Like a sample lemme flip it, when I'm walking tall
technique
Kill'em with kindness that ain't Never been apart of me
Tell it like it is I ain't coating it with Nothing sweet
Play by the rules of the game you
government
Bang-bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just
crying childs of the ghetto
Lettin' go a beautiful sound, it’s kinda falsetto
Hello hell, welcome to L.A. where devils that dwell play
They meddle with
night Shimmer came, I was engulfed in fear, but death don’t sound so bad, I’ve had enough it’s clear I’d rather die, then be her toy to terrify No more
been with me from the start
Know how it feels when you've been on your arse
Can't believe they're labelling me as a plant
Got me conflicted
Cah that
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