Lyrics:
but I'm a young prodigy
Nudie denim, they from overseas
They made in Italy
They try to bite my energy, so I gotta bob and weave (yeah yeah)
I'm the one
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
back to me bae you gone for so long[02:47.72]Like why the fuck you never hit me back when I hit your phone?[02:50.64]I say "bae I was just so busy I
long days comin' in, next to the shine[00:51.13]Move and attack, I'm an eagle[00:52.97]And I'm pickin' you snakes, little by little[00:55.42]Move
a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago,
the story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open
huh?[01:05.59]High ceilings in the crib, I got my baby calling it the sky (That real)[01:08.72]I remember back all I could do is imagine this and get
all[00:41.30]You are the brightest star in the sky[00:44.83]You are the day you are the night[00:48.25]Hey you're running out of time[00:50.72]Put it
I swear I'm no kid
But I listen to vegetables
45 minutes
The content's digestible
Plug in to Cordy
Then I get recording
It get kinda corny
But listen
to yo anklet
What you thinking
Whisper that in lower case
Love is just a gamble baby lemme see your poker face
Girl I know you one of the few who
Bob
a dollar and a dream
Now it's racks up in my jeans, I'll wear 'em for like a week straight (Aye)
And I don't give a crap (Naw)
She ain't want me back then,
from bone
Step the fuck back, I'll do this on my own
Dip it in blood, sign my name to ensure that Toph will own the throne
The deal is done, my decision
a cold borough
You in the back like a epidural
Stay there, you ain't ready to move with real niggas (that's right)
And guess who I'm talkin' to, you,
in the trunk
That's my nigga Battlecat providin' the funk
That's the old world, I'm frontline from a cold borough
You in the back like a epidural
the man you should run 'em by
In the fire, been tried
Affected the way I been wired inside
You can hide or glide
I could've been deported
That's
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
'cause I chop motherfucking redneck silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see
I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
a good day today hey
Behave step back satan hey
Or get this stick in your face hey
Like a mechanic imma pull up in the hood ooou
Get me a freeze cup chunk
insane[00:42.60]I shock the system[00:43.64]Years go by we in the year[00:45.08]Twenty seven seven[00:45.93]Fuck a upgrade wont change[00:47.28]Thats a moral
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St,
rocking that silver,
Chrome Hearts silver,
Too much drip on me I feel like I’m in a river,
Stackin money so damn high I feel like bob the builder,
All this
the punches so I survive
I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise surprise
They try to take me out the game,
with that
I wake up everyday and I just can't wait
To make mo money 'cause back in the days
When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now
Grab
on the ground
Each held an image of a mouth that looked like my own
Speaking in tongues, each claiming they know the road to lead me back home
I glue them back
be kidding me
In the pass
In my class
I got Dee Dee Dee Dee
If there’s a part I hated BY far
It Would Probably be reading
No one should get
Everything's fine
Turn back all the misery
As years pass us by
We'll practice telepathy
Share curses and crimes
We'll ask where the time went
Blue Valentine
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