Lyrics:
until they get killed by somebody
And it could be anybody, streets are a like a slot machine
If I go, I'll at least take a few coppers with me
Nothings
to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from
Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout
Step to his boys,
fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might
that's that Green Day
Far from weak, a young black history month
Heralding good news
Mild sauce jumping out my wing tray
House on vinyl, money kinda vital
to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from
Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout
Step to his boys,
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
Track Title - AIRBORNE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G.U.S.
on your side
Not with duality but by seeing morality
You'll learn to forgive and overcome
Learning the truth
Talking no concern this time
Cause we got Cern
this whole album in my bedroom closet
And I'm coming with the thump that can thump yo noggin
I was raised off that cotton and I got to know, got to know
put his ashes in my pen
I'll make sure my next album your rap
Name and chart higher than you kid
Mr blue Jean Face, corduroy, overalls
Hunter green
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
trial while in my intertube, Tour de Force
Tied so I am not the daddy
Had to move the club all by myself 'cause I ain't had no caddy, gladly
Didn't
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
they’re going to need to launch a nuke never ending horror he brings looking like a gigantic demon with wings an everybody will soon be wiped out by
to life,
By this Song, perhaps it's my inner King Kong
It's cool fam, I don't mind
At least give me credit coz I tried
When I get my first paycheck, we'll
and wait with bated breath for what I write
Win without and within, each album will be white
Pop plenty champagne in my own private plane
Only lines, no
What's all the fuss about all the hula
Can't speak Spanish but I know green is mula
Blinded by a light but the lord's by my side
Above and below
pep the wings and then I told em at the parma
And my plug just dropped the pack off, ain't delivery, it's the digornio
Y'all ain't gotta tell me about
quest
A greed law
That we abide by is ruthless
Enough will never satisfy
Until we toothless
Filthy millionaires
Are gamblin' until they muflis
and the shadows
Swept away by the silent dance...
Will we ever meet again?
Watching and listening the night
Fades into morning light
Riding the wings of magical
is my Adderall
Where the fuck is all my weed
Where the fuck did I leave my god damn wings
Your kids are your kids are in there tw... they're adults now
Young Black entrepreneurs get it by any means
Fresh out the womb
Broke outta my cocoon
Spread my wings take flight told the birds make some room
Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his
a passion, I'm no longer sad no more
In order to thrive you gotta find your drive
Once you find your drive you'll feel alive
My album has trap, drill and so
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