Lyrics:
every mess; one man's trash, you know the rest, live it.
Pitching a battered platform out of mass hysterics perished in the blizzard. When it's finished I
Yung Koded
It's golden
Ya
Big shout out to Vinc On The Beat by the way
Ey
It's sort of clear the way the drama has unfolded
This is the original
ha.
Uh oh. You lil league boy I know your beats.
You sound bullshitely, You rock .
Swearin' you to ball, when you know you're wack.
In a studio
used by the phony
If you can't beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad tryna turn the world against him
Go in the studio like
the beat and the chorus was bodied by Jeezy now I gotta body the verse if you bet you can take out the money in the purse I hop on the mic like the beat has
And I got me a lil' baddie She feeling on me
Ayy, Pulled out the knocka he ran like it's track
I fuck that bitch right from behind the back
Niggas know
and fortune, I can't fall into the looney bin, like (Ooh!)
Trapship 'bout to take off if you down to ride or not (Let's go)
Got the boys on the beat
Might have
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
ghost, I'm hearing noises
I think it's the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche
We got storefronts, we got employee stubs
We been opening studios
you gonna do
Coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving (big boy)
You know they're
remember I was about 19
I used to carry Pete Rock crates
To get in the club
Smoke weed with him and chill
And now I got a beat from this
Nigga and it's on my
that you rest
Then I come with a rhyme to remember, hype in the centre, typing it when I go bed
Won't stop for an 8 bar, spitting them out coz you're not
Real ones by my side
We all play it by code
I done came up
Now watch how I ball
They want me to fall
So I cut em off
For the tribe I ride you know how It
Yeah, dun kno, Giggs, Skeps
Browse it, Boom Productions
SN1, Boy Better Know
Ahhhh, look out you bastards, haha
SN1 on my tee again, my black
Most of the time, it's me and the beat
Most of the time, I'm out of they reach
You wanna come by, pay up the fee
The Empire gotta get overseas,
They
Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess
My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched
And if they was to fall down, then the beats would catch it
I don't
I'm afraid my time is runnin' out, I think I might be losin' it
Health declinin', buggin' out, I guess I just got used to this
Only 21, but yet my
Yung Koded
It's golden
Ya
Big shout out to Vinc On The Beat by the way
Ey
It's sort of clear the way the drama has unfolded
This is the original
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this) (bring it)
Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
I keep brothas in the studio, word is bond
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
put the beat back up, you didn't expect it
I'm stealing so many girls, I should be arrested
Somebody call 9-1-1 shorty on the dance floor
Actually never
feet
Living out in Austin
My job was knocking doors every week
Rejected by the richest
While walkin’ I’m out freestyling beats
Writing in my pad
Hit
when I see him walking 'cross the room
"Let It Snow" is blasting out
But I won't get in the mood
I'm avoiding every mistletoe until I know it's
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