Lyrics:
To those leading revolutions
Skitcha’s gunna’s music
Ammunition can be found in decisions made
Fired shots can hit targets from light-years away
Far from
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
nigga, Boogs
He got killed by a best friend He got killed by a best friend
So I need to know Baby, would you ride around for me
Down to die for me? Hit
up
You had me in your asylum but I decided that I had enough
The Cure is not inside of you fear
The cure instead is inside of Christ
There's a hope
an album, now I put another need to rest
You said I miss you, let's get together
But you missed all of your chances to stay by my side
And when I go and pop
makin' music why you hate
I really love you
But we havent spoken in a couple days
Smokin' mari jane
Just to cure the pain
Uh, I cant feel my face
But I
i seen ups and downs hit
but i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
it really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded
he a real
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call
the fence)
This one is a hit and I'm aiming for the fence
Don’t put me in that game
I’m gon’ turn into a massacre
I’m down by a lot
I flip the script quick
as you dominate my personalized playlist
You're my favorite track on the album
Skipping through all the songs, but when I hit yours, I'm like "Yo, her beat
hit
Takto by som mohol pokračovať kým track neskončí
A oni aj tak stále povedia, že ma pretlačil refresher (Ha)
To sú presne ti isti čo všade vidia
to Aretha
Franklin singing one
Of twelve big smash hit's
That are now appearing in one
Of her top albums, "Runnin' Out of Fools"
Everybody's got you pegged
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
as a casualty on the dance floor
I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you can't chew, sniff, or smoke this
If you want to get high step by
I been climbing trees collecting leaves
Focus cuz I gotta get this paper by any means
In this life you either still at A or you passing C
Well choose
I don't, like this but I try
Always til I die got myself by my side
Slide in the ride, hate when it ain't fire
So I make time, when its mine, line my
And niggas never really think no more
Say that boom bap dead but I’m bringing the cure
But niggas never really spit no more
Ain’t used to the game hearing shit
Cure in our veins
Mistakes we made
Turned us to slaves
Now I came to my sense
Stopped playin' defense
They helped me jump that fence (Yeah)
Don't want no
Back to these lyrics lyrical highway
One hundred ninety five pounds what I weigh
Took two hits than I wrote this the highway
Smoke a J
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
crashes or drugs
Last night on 33rd street, I saw a kid get hit by a bus
Bus this drawn out torture over which part of you lives
Is very hard to take
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