Lyrics:
vzpomínky jsou vše co zbylo
A věř, že bys už nedlužila, kdyby tohle album prorazilo
Slibuju nenecham, aby se tou šancí promarnilo
Vim jak si hrdá, tak snad by
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
dabble in the deleterious
Self-harm will steal your heart before instilling fear in it
Black king—He was buried beneath a pyramid
Aimed at himself;
(team)
Had to make it out the bottom that's by any means (means)
I can't wait to buy a crib somewhere overseas (seas)
One for me, and for my family is
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
gone make it out this struggle one, I'm sayin one day
Motivated by those who doubted I made it
I got love for the people who saw the album and played
Aim with money at your hoe, tell her lick dick
We been on sick shit, y’all ain’t seen this yet
King crown on my head, and diamond Cuban on my neck, yeah
We have to get it get it
Get the cedi get the Mulla,
Get the Dollar get the Pounds so
Ti be sambani
[Verse1: King GuDa]
Baxyi Yi niagi M mini N yeri
a timeshare somewhere
Rock bum wear, beach chair, write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings
Wreck your Lambo the first day just by
Ha ha ha ha hah, I'm laughing with my mobb
While you remained confused by me
The Prodigy
You put your verse I put my verse in
We see who really
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
venom deadly to all of my enemies
Not even close to my level its like King Kong to a centipede
Like a telepathic moving monuments with thought patterns
the crib on the back of the lake
I'm up in Crucial 2 stepping with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the street no more fuck ho' dat what they say?
of the lake
I'm up in Crucial 2 stepping with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the street no more fuck ho' dat what they say?
The men trying when you see 'em
cash for the crib on the back of the lake
I'm up in Crucial 2 stepping with the gat in the waist
TI ain't in the street no more fo hard dat what they
Definitely the oldest song on the album, it was originally recorded on our first album (1990), In Love With The Greenery, when we played under
a lot
Morope ma travel ma hustle
But mio mo pe oluwa loni plasonic
Ti ogohi ba bage konile reaper by any mechanic
Eyin haters kiloun seyin abi ori
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
This the last song on the album
Best song on the album
Switch it up
This is poetry supposedly the end was getting close to me
That statement sittin'
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
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