Lyrics:
to dimes
New York City, the capital of crime
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now once again it's Santana the Great
I built this city on hammers and weight
of desire of a sound mind
to create love beauty art and science
create something
Chizzy Mic and U’May on da mic
rap missionary journey vol 1
albums been in
get scared by angels
I have no fear to fail because I'll get through it
To get me through my hell, I had to make music
And I wanted to do it different
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
like-
Up on the floor, dance-
I wanna live in that mansion, Playboy bunny what's happenin'
Look, If I call you bae-
Na-na na-na-na
Didn't even no-
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
To me everyone a victim
To Live in sin and feel vindictive
Tales from the crypt
Scary stories since I've been feeling encrypted
Decipher
you too but please dont force us
Mama told me one day imma live it like I am royalty
Looked up and said "bet that by the time you out your fourties"
first hit off
("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
Can't Live Without My Radio
fabrics
I ain't impressed by status
Spit shit automatic
You heard me
Made it out the friendzone
Let me in the end zone
Baby lemme hit a home run
And end
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
sign is
Gemini, but only one I
Look at the name
Bars like that are hard to come by
They coming up with bars as I write what I live
I really mean it when
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
drop first, was a hot boy but I'm not Turk (hot)
Probably fuck with my eyes first If I hit it raw I talk to God first (uh)
Everybody talkin' powder I
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
n****s scared (scared)
I wanna thank god for blessin' me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
B**** but I know you scared
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
fame is)
Some of them lost the base hit
While they all read brims in the metal die cast Vol-tron cadence, what
N-Y electric, cannibal, burners,
I just ignore you
'Cause this not a love song (Woah)
This is so long
You did me so wrong for so long, for so long
No I never thought I could live
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
test drive
I was around when you was clubbin with your fake I,
D’z pull me over trynna find shit with they K9
Sad circumstances that we live by
In
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my crib
Marble floors, designer shoes
This just the way I live
My next door neighbor he a plug
So he
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
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