Lyrics:
When moving forward, Imma deploy a set of rack
Without trust there's lack
Whose now watch-in your back
It's been a year now you try to link
I'll pass
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
Fuckin' with me is a flex
Cause I've been on high demands
Only goin' up from here
I don't think I'll ever land
Aye, aye
Shake that ass bitch
Try to look
don't know
I go way back like Curt Blow
Third eye make you look down for once, And drop your ego
Drop four of them, And had them think I'm loco
Niggas
if we keep flirtin' fate &
hurtin' with hate. Time to grow up, get real, come on
We can ressurect the world by the lights early dawn
What so proudly
Ya, ya
Ya, ya (Honorable C-note)
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit like I'm Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again
I'm so way up
up the cause I had to wait til I was sure
Gave you my time
I'm sorry for wasting yours
It sucks when you’re stuck in the mix
And all these feelings
back with a skillet official would kill it
This is fake the way we seal it as the great Pete Rock and Kweli
Got heat to make your chicks knees knock
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
up the money, I guess get money in my genes
Mix the lean with a Pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a nigga
on Forgiatos (skrr, skrr)
Got yo bitch with a soda drink the lean straight up out the bottle (pour up)
I don't want that thot I'ma borrow
Probably get the top
while I'm blowin' up bustas
Recent cut, fourset, bezentine, and gloccer
Herschelwood it ain't over, mix the serve with the soda
A 600 Benz with the V-12
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
no fed time
Just mental healing
What you dealing with? The angelic uplift
It's a way to save everything with your gift
(Yeah)
Now a seed to a tree
up, breezy?)
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave (it's your young nigga, wiz)
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
phone
Careful with my music, way too careful with my feelings, yeah
You try to hit me up and you don't get me, I can't feel it, yeah
I can't feel, I
12s in trunk 6 rings on
Ooh yeah shawty don't be shy
Won't ya come kick it with the Dawg for a night
You'll be in for the ride of your life
OBM is in
bitch, mike and Ike mix em up uh
Uh mix em up, yeah
We gon' shake em up, yeah
We don't give no fucks
Yeah, we gon' light em up, yeah
Drank got me stuck,
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this (ah)
Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck with
mix match
Oh no no, we don't do mix match
She fell in love with a Balmain boy
She wanna fuck with a Balmain boy
She wanna hang with a Balmain boy
She
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