Lyrics:
of Guinness beer
Got it from Ireland, yes I am the man
Konrad is with me here
Globalization can be bad though
Like when labor's too cheap seen by ILO
Like in
faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy
Prayers for my boy Demar
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
and drive far
I'm wide awake eyes wide I've cried
So many nights by myself
I think that I need some help
I wish I was Michael Phelps
Cause now the water is up
[Intro]
My beat forever
4 Ever My Beat, 4 Ever My Beat (echoes)
4-4-4-4-4 Ever My...
[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, this beat is mine forever
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
Going Scotty in scatty cause in big Pippen
No we can't match you roll skimpy my shit hit different
I put 3.5 in my mine now that's a big difference
I
just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is)
Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline
Thirteen's easy five screens, it ain't no fucking with mine
need man, not a boy to approach me
Your lame game, really insults me
Your name is Too $hort, or shall I say too skinny
If size were money honey, you
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles
Are we on the radio dukes?
Aww yeah, give it to me
At night I can't sleep
I'm tossin'
turn on the radio
Haunt it and put on a show
Talk to me or give me a sign
If I'm the one that you want
Claim this love of mine
I'm in love with a ghost
of dudes in a garage
Steady scratchin' their pussy cracks
Lookin' four foot nothin'
My manhood is in your weight class
That's why you're all mine like you're
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
I’ve collected all mine
Cause what life is one with no peace on my side
Life is rough but we’ll make it through
Life is hard like mountains on shoes
Slide 1,2,3 how many rats do you see? Hmm, yeah Humpty Dumpty boy they wish that was me, they use lies to create a sensation- how much you think
those niggas slacking
Yeah, You acting lame
Keep telling myself make up the time and not the excuses
The only way I get there is if I learn how to do this
Hold up
I get it hot like I'm burning up
I hid the body by the radio, turn it up
Another year gone still don't give a fuck
Begging for a dick pic
This is a Living Legends, Justice League
Definitive Jux presentation
Brought to you by 9th Wonder and Murs
What up though, still givin' a fuck
on the radio
Didn't know if I would make it home but life is what you make it though (Mason)
Even though I'm seeing this crazy money I know they want the crazy
used to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen
Till one day
I live and die on this radio
In the bloody occupation
Dying to find a healing stone
A nazi wanders our walled city
To know the sea of flames is not
"Country Boy"
WRITTEN AND PRODUCED BY OMER NETZER
I've been walking this road so long ago
People don't come my way
I've been rolling this stone
I seen ackee eat some ackee and
The eyeballs out the saltfish
That boy sick, he'll grip the john
And fire at your grill 'til it's hot
Enough to make
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