Lyrics:
them off
Been a an upbeat day I beat them all
Figure in the shadows I see it crawl
Hit a bump in place I seen them all
Something's up I know, I know
a loop 44
Speed off 195 in a 44
3 point yo shot like you mj on the court
She by my side like beyonce on the court
Beats the case then wed on the run
Cause they don't work
On my end Yea
They see the gold within the stride of a king
Yea
Be weary of the ones that want whats in my jeans
Yea
They liking
gotta treat it like dumbells
Smoking that loud wit my niggas we roll on some women and having them bust down
Been in my bag like recipes i conform up
true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B, what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley)
Or maybe next
Yeah
This beat remind me of back in the day
Sunshine chillin'
Man, tell em about your perfect Saturday
Woke up at ten, no worries at all
Another
all, that's my reason
If baby ain't talking bout no bag better bleed it
Never broke again cause the bottom get greezy
Smooth guy run a light dub in these
when I can
Smokin' that gas in a sauna, and yo bitch thinking she wanna
Sippin' that water, I'm makin' them bands
Stackin' that money and spend what I
started (started)
Get drunk n**** welcome to the party
Sipping it while I'm hitting, cut women do them in order
Party got n***** tripping
the ceiling
February 16 got no feeling
Feds runnin' by got a nigga kneeling
Two shots to the ground gotta' keep it healing
Be the first one in the hood with
Appreciate it for them hatin'
Goin' crazy with the shit
They blaming Satan, but it's blood, sweat, and tears in this bitch
Put a pistol to ya
of anger, and tried to beat them off
And found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister
Who was gently brushing away some dead leaves
ain’t a game i drip fresh cuz I hustle
I Came up round pain often blessed By the struggle
Watched greed get em slain mane They checkin them numbers
No
up beats while I place ya king in check
This is the end of my song about chess
Ya dig
the mirror like who is this
Lawrence King
MC Brooklyn my pseudonym
I be flowing on beats I be cruising them
They be judging and thinking bout suing him
I ain't
of an angel
Braveheart in battle, still chase rainbows
Scorpion King has slowly returned
Purified by pain, we survive burns
Bitch so stupid, got your
who believed in me fore the first mixtape
Before I dissed Grace, we linked in the 10th grade
But I've been making beats
Fore Shastha welcome you
watch them fall just like dominoes
Put them in a box I ain't talking about no domino's
I got lots of dough like a pizza extra cheese topping though
Bitch
Double tap that ass shootin shots I say pour four
The ones l love Id go to war for
Dusk to dawn move the knight to c4
In line to blow up like a king
eyes were tight, they turned red
He could bearly hold them up, They where heavy as lead
An hour went by, He said Loc I'm kinda hungry
I said oh shit!
what should the god do?
Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews
Never that
Them never look angry out of sync
The imperial, industrial king got
business plans
We by the book
The snake's in charge
Doin' anything to keep us crooks
Let me see how many years
King droppin' gems add his life with mine
We
Radio killa
Big snoop d o dub
The American dream
Ayo nephew
Come up off them kids
Sing a lil' something for the ladies
Let em know how we
Bridge
We clean & we filthy
And the beat made by hitty
Riding thru the city
Something pretty always with me
We keep it litty
On our grizzy no cizzy
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