Lyrics:
fucking highness
Fuck the fresh prince, nigga, I'm your royal flight
And that cheap shit, fuck up your silence
Count these old men, that's my fucking census
K dot dave
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
beef that we ever had
And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand
Expand and it's wearin'
capable of
When they all put they head to rest
We rose up
Dropping shit that y’all love
Abt just hit 5k
And I’m counting by the minute
10k
20k
30k
19,19,19
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing
I slip a another clip into my A.K.
Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae
See the Chevy
Danny Brown
Oba and Boldy, Doughboyz and Vezzo
Trick, Eminem, Royce Team, East Side, K-Dizzle
Dusty, Ro' Spit and the rest of them niggas
'Till we come
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
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
You know when the Migos and Wop hook up
They call it the glacier boys
8k we different though you look up you see us everywhere
We from the 8 it's
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
If he no give my pay
Ain't
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
up like an asthmatic
That smoke too much
Dawg you like a K-9 cop, sniff coke too much
I'm like shootin
Up in a vein and my dick dope as fuck
My bars
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
back on you
A couple kicks and snares niggas still be getting mad at you
I put my faith up In a trick turns she never cared
But asking her she gone lie
va streamer Hat Trick, OSO
(disponibles)
BX, Charlouze, qu'est-ce que ça dit?
Nouvelle formule, nouveaux effets
Nouveaux addicts (hum)
J'peux pas taper
on deck
She do a couple tricks for the cheque
Hundred K for the sex
Transact then we left
I can't be rapping for free
They gotta send me the budget
back, I learned my place up by the Strap.
Chorus:
Men down. New that this could happen to ourselves; still we're never through. We will never let
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
uh
Like Wale, up dream chasing 'bout a mill', like, "Maybach, sign me"
I'm on that growth for living
I took an oath, I'm different
Behold, I can
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