Lyrics:
Need to watch my 6-the 12 after me please...
I bake beats then i murder them I am Jaykeys...
Never get it twisted no son of alicia keys...
No fan
as gravity
life is all funny till you peep that tragedy
we all color poetry
heavy as an oak tree
by the base of the Mississippi
by the base
of a Porsche
Two feet from my driveway and my porch
Can you imagine this ballin', shot callin', all in
Wakin' up to a mountain in the back
About 55 stacks
Yo,
Let's talk about over-excited brehs on the road,
Who brake all street honourary codes,
Can't get a real name for themselves,
Living off
To my girls who went crazy, my n- who made them
Bump it real loud 'til it comes on again
Cause this is Mt. Vernon music
Fueled by the night so the pimps
Noah was first to "check 1, check 2"
Guess who rescued Repunzel
Climbing up her gold weave, then made her braid her hair like Alicia Keys
Before
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
in love with this music, let the 808's swoon
Get to the heart of the matter, little bit of double time
Somebody once upon had told me all we do is
me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin'
at the statue tomorrow at Ten, and we will begin your lessons.’
This is how it began.
For three hard years Older grilled Younger on all aspects of music, then
like I'm in the kitchen
Strange Music going stupid, it's your new addiction
We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside
lucid dream
And this is how it's gotta be
Produced this song by myself believe me i'm proud of me
Trust me i'm still preparing for what i'm about to be
hoe, it's all about me"
[Heather B]
It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
but the underground sister from the Edutainment
extra toxic complex read all about it
Revolting
Should I be as revolting as all ones surround me
Ronty shitty city but the toilet can't sallow
Think your
world thinkin' who's he
Lookin' in the mirror and not seein' nothin', all the problems I'ma keep 'em comin
Whip my ride, get my key, and just drive til
have no babies
Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies
Law's on patrol and you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up into the maximum
I got
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhhh ooohhh
And i'm like ooohhh
No need for introductions
It all starts ends with dubs productions
The music comes and saves me
Back
and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and Cadillac's
what, you're nuts, you're all nuts
You've been focused so hard on making it, you forgot about one little thing
It's called the music
Music
cnd i don't
and you in the Beamer
And the music
And I'm fighting all my demons
And I'm playing this Beamer music
Sim simma
Who got the keys to my beamer
Rollin through
that was Tim's mum
Claimin' Tim was in the city right before the city's b……
She mentioned bout a concert, Alicia keys or something
And still she hasn't
dreams stopped
They just keep changing
I used to wanna beatbox
I used to hate singing
Now I'm Alicia Keys hot
On fire when I speak off
Inspired but
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
Key never crack
Motherfucker on the track
Inspired by the trap
This hype, I'm trying to catch
Motherfuckers, I am back
Motherfuckers get back
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