Lyrics:
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Y'all trynna picket the fence
I made my own tickets to dance
Why would I sit in the stands
Rather be on the field hitting the stance
Like it's
to (bitch) and all I eva wanted to do was rap make a lil pay somoke a lil ragz but haters ain't havin that they can't stand it ziggi leave you're whole block
that’s just the way I live
Different city different bitch
I been on some different shit
I broke your heart and it is what it is
Sometimes I still reminisce
to get my hair done and my toes
Yeah grabbin' on his dick in front
Of all his bros yeah
I know they can't stand this, ol’ ratchet
Bowleg standin, fat print
In a world lit only by fire
A long train of flares
Under piercing stars
I stand watching the steam-liners roll by
The caravan thunders onward
In a world lit only by fire
A long train of flares
Under piercing stars
I stand watching the steam-liners roll by
The caravan thunders onward
if I was wrong
What then would you say
Kids are dying young
Silk city where I stay
What if I was wrong
What then would you say
Kids are dying young
booty gotta ghetto booty on her
Roll up cities don't smoke Arizona
One night stand one night with the clan
One night, one time broke her off 10 grand
booty gotta ghetto booty on her
Roll up cities don't smoke Arizona
One night stand one night with the clan
One night, one time broke her off 10 grand
style and your physique
And I ain't trying to critique but you deserve a good drink, so whats up?
What you sippin' on? It's no problem
Black and gold
feel like I'm so alone
Honey when they gonna send me home
Bad sneakers and a Pina Colada my friend
Stompin' on the avenue
By Radio City with
chicken
Swswsw
This bitch was hot
He played it old school
He said may i buy you a drink?
In hindsight now
He may have need a shrink
She was fools gold
There are no words, I can use
Because the meaning still leaves for you to choose
And I couldn't stand to let them be abused, by you.
Dreams I
don't stand a chance
With blood on our hands
Under the lights of the black gold city
I'm breaking out here tonight
Won't be nobody's problem nobody's
at his flair and his style
No one can stand in his foot steps
Or follow him by a mile
The crowd was in such a frenzy
He had the air of a saint
You think I'm okay
You think I am gold
You don't see my pain
So you never know
What's going in my brain
What's deep in my soul
Just think about
I lower myself
To this wounded knee
To beg forgiveness
For my ancestry
I stand strong
Oh I stand brave
'Cause it's all of our people
That we must
at me
Counted me out the game
I know we not the same
You cannot match the pain
You cannot match the pain
Stand tall fa the gang
40 On me let it bang
Exchanging every deadline looking though this paper I'm influenced by this headline
Can’t you see what’s going on in our community?
Can’t you see they know
phidli phildi atlas
Paint a picture, canvas
We run the city nawe uyazi, nawe uyazi
Vele sjike jumpas
On the map, phidli phildi atlas
I paint a picture,
lost in the rhythm, in the sway,
Ravaged by the rock, I'd have to pay.
(Verse 2)
In the heart of the city, where dreams are sold,
I chased
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
night
And I come here to training
And when I leave tonight
Ecoute, mon spectacle est fini some of you
Will stand by me for ever but some of you
May-be
Yeah
Y'all should know by now
It's the Webinar
Always got a game to play
Swipe and sway to Chase our fate
Only one way to crack that safe
And face
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