Lyrics:
(doo-doo-doo-doo)
Where I'm from, drivebys is overrated (overrated)
If you got five bodies then you famous (then you famous)
Get a hammer for the brick, we gotta
the other thing I wanted to talk about
Is someone that you guys have never gotten to meet
Um, is your five great-great aunts
Probably by the time you guys are
wrót do krainy snów
Pizdy niech gadają zdrów skillsy ich zwalaja z nóg
Z jednej tobie znany groove pany nabieramy znów
Mamy cwane plany chamy pchamy w
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
like the twenty-second
Come hither when I beckon
Son, you like every hour, you better check-in
Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks
Busting forty-five
a Fire in the Park, 5 million views
Now it's album time and I focus
Look man, I'm the one they all fear
I was the man of the year last year
Now I'm the man
you're givin' me
Just hold me, baby, and I'm in ecstasy
Oh, I'll be workin' from nine to five
To buy you things to keep you by my side
I never felt
go head to the station
I'll shoot you shoot the location
I'm just tryna get a little piece of your pie
That's 3.14 divided by 9
Like 4+6 x 2 x 5
intentions pull fugazi moves
In my bubble introverted that's the way I groove
Losing every speck of interest yah day by day
Ain't no destiny for this child
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
rokov
Aj tak vám to nepomohlo pretože som monopol
Ste s toho v piči že to nerobím tak jako vy
A ešte viac ste v piči
Že nerozmýšľam tak jako vy
(ste
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk
Peel the white sleeve off the black vinyl record
Blow the dust off the grooves and only grip it by the edges
Turn the player on and then ya move
bugging you seeing the swarm
If you not with it you're drowned by us all
Spitting like iroh you finna get burn
Bragging and stacking that is my new norm
One Life Left
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Chorus
You got one life left you only got one life left
these haters they need to move back
Stephen got his groove back
Some of y'all like who's that
When I got in the booth
I went by square route
Mathline that
Hello, and thank you for tuning in to Braes Records Radio
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And Young Subway
Your love is all I need
I'm hanging by the tree
Girl I'm dying on the moon
Cause I'm in love with you
It happened like this he was a nobody trying to be
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