Lyrics:
A toll: life
Not really, more like white Air Nikes
Evidently, I had a fondness
For material things
Ten years old trynna get a 10-K ring
I forgot it was for
In the sound of deep weeping
I send my sincere heart
I hope it will bring a white tranquility
to the world reached by the wind
In the sound of deep
their own babies
Carry my memory until if fades away
My mother came to visit me, yesterday on my birthday
She laid a single rose on my head stone
Just by that alone don't wanna hear a nigga
White car black tint, they always want the nigga
Smoking in the car they trying to smoke the Nigga
You
to walk
In the sound of
Thunder bolts
I got
Struck by lightning
My Face went blue
Both my eyes are
glowing white
I'm a fucking
Thunder god
I got
Struck by
Yesterday, feel me, one, three
I’m new to this, give me some time
I need to make my rhyme feel out the beat
You gotta move your feet
I gotta move
to pay us, uh
I'm from the city where your neighbors fight back
You talkin' shit, we bring that work right to your lap
I love my niggas like white
the cameras
And have reporters running/back like Barry Sanders
(Yo!) My habits is spray paint and rap fresh
Pace Won gets more bank than NatWest
Walkin'
barely)
Bring back the color
And you'll bring us back to life
(Our hearts still beat but quietly)
Stuck in December
And all I see is blinding white
of painting black on flat white
What the hell Tommy, is ya brain freakin' cooked?
Think about your mom, she's the one who's really shook
Hey I made it to my
drippin' from my pinky to my thumb uh
Now we out in Pari niggas still hatin'
Now we out in Pari white girls politicin'
Now we out in Pari yeah I'm
can see resemblance by the hair. Next is my favorite arab in the whole world, King Salman of Saudi Arabia. Girls, dont be fooled by his freindly face,
by my way
(You come by my way)
When I put my hands on you (And when I put my hands on you)
I wanna feel everything you got to give me girl, okay?
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
strategy
Reluctant to recycle the tactics of yesterday
As if the enemy is not prepared, protected, and more concerned with today
Far from frightened by our
some time Bring a two friend for me and my guys
DJ gon' spin my song all night I know my ting that's on my side
Next hand up while I flick my lighter Bad
Underneath
How we go from homies back in Class
Na Dey hittin drive bys
Kissing life goodbye so fast
Missing out on things that last
I run from my past
Pack it
me tell you that
You bring back memories
Of all the days gone by
Apologies all of the times you lied
I recall when I used to be your girl
You used
Dubai by the night
(Hook)
That my lil slut that's my slime baby
She let me fuck
Hit from the back
I break her back
I take her soul then bring it
Mark Spitz'n
Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin' New Era fitted
White boys say my style is bitchin'
Keepin' coke in the kitchen
Keep a Glock that will
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
And just like an infection
Me and my team are Flooding in
Covered by my MJOLNIR
Time to bring the thunder in
Got the grunts running, screaming
"it's
(Translation)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, 'til my
don’t give a fuck but this
Shit right here my new flow
My old flow you stole that
Old shit that’s throwback
Fuck that I got the white cap on
Black hoodie
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