Lyrics:
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
statement's wit
& I'm concentrating on making hits
& I'm fittin' em line by line
Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme
I'm dreamin'
satisfaction.
Pumping out albums like reverend run is pumping out children; here's another one
Catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland.
I'm bound to be
school house was full, and they would come.
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single;
Their autographs were the only things free.
But
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's
of the process
So you just end up repeating lessons
That you should've definitely learned from by now
It's been almost five years since my last album
And I'd
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it
not see it
But they wind up sellin' they own ass
One album, two album, they gone they don't last
So hold on a minute now, don't be so fast
Knowledge
album
Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
and download every rhyme that I spit
You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip
None of those rhymes is on the album bitch
It's a storage facility where I
My rhymes are hot stuff
Snow White just rocked up
Y'all lies and all cut
And every time they do get represented its usually by a female
Thats
flowers
My brothers, they move like they paid by the hour
We ain't fall out, but shit went sour
Say she miss me, I drop the album
Ayy, ayy
I only
so cautiously
R.I.P to the soldiers resting in peace
Got the world on my shoulder the rest is on me
Sometimes I feel like Akon when I rode by my lonely
the title track of Joe's most recent album, produced in Nashville by Jeremy Redmon. Written by Joe Vasconcelos and Grace Knodt
pain
It's the same things
Stumbling over and over again
Teach me how, teach me to overcome
Teach me to overcome
Let me start by saying
There's a lot
Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money
I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
DA know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame
Můj poslední rok, byl fakt na kokoty top
Když jsem narazil na dno, potom nakoplo mě to
Kdyby se to nestalo tak nepotkal jsem zlo
Nebyla by tuna slz,
Kollár
V piči jak ľudia čo hovoria soráč
Olá sme hot jak plynový šporák
Zas ďalší album a zas ďalší hit
Tam kde dáme feat to je heat jak Miami
Sold
bring ya right to the top
Sir Vicious, Just-Ice, the gangster of hip-hop
Got a witness by my side, the truth to tell
You can ask B.I. Or my brother
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
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