Lyrics:
sneeze
Then
Bless you on beats
Shout to Marcus just did it
Back in Somalia with it
Load up the cargo and
James out in Venice
I need a million per minute
(It's a 6Foe beat)
Yeah, yeah, that type of time
Uhh
Told Duff put some gangster shit on, nigga
Huh, how he bomin'?
Huh, 2021 with an R&B
Before you even started so what
So long see you fly by my try how else
Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
So here we go now,
Holla if ya
Before you even started so what
So long see you fly by my try how else
Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
So here we go now,
Holla if ya
Niggas gave up like Boogie
Then switch up like Matt
Niggas can't really no bully
I'm back on my bully
Yo hoe gone get fucked like Shaq's
I'm selling out
to bring
Them back a little bit later but we have
This very special highly
Evolved permutated tango it's
Actually a perverted tango by the time yes
It's so
out arena's
Diamonds shining from across the bleachers
Feel like Ace Boogie when he left the cleaner
Can't see these niggas John Cena
Any nigga want
the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night, and I MC and never die
Cause death is the cousin of sleep
Because I'm back with a bang, boogie, oogie-oogie
Flair, nigga
(Woo) the power's in my hair, nigga
(Woo) I give this beat the chair, nigga
Soho or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta
Dope money, hope money,
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
(It help my mind), I'm still conceited
(It help my grind), it's what I needed
Not distracted by these hoes like Mike I tell these bitches beat it
I need
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm
Can't fight the withdrawal
I need my daily fix
I can play guitar
But I'm no Hendrix or Kendrick
You can call me Harry Morgan
And that'll be it
You get it?
of my friends
I wish I could stick around
But I gotta take a trip back uptown, now
Layin' wit'chu, stayin wit'chu
Playin' wit'chu, is somethin' I
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
Air Max 95s
My countryside was stomped out by Air Max 95s
As the Essex girl found home in the city!
I left nothing back home
Cos I started with zilch
So
a bitch back then, you still a bitch
Emo nigga with a clitoris
You were a bitch back then, you still a bitch
Samurai champloo
Uptown nigga here to lead by
The city on our back, we was the opening act
Throw our tapes in the crowd, they throw 'em right back
But we stayed on track, they stayed on the tracks
I
To the funk, to the boogie
To the rhythm, to the hoodie
To the trap, to this block rocking beats, make it moving
All this high class people shit is
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
for a king
By the time we got to arizona
Tommorrows a long time
We got god on our side
Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride
A poison goin
gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
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