Lyrics:
kurwa nie ogarnął
A moje ziomy są zgrane jak backstreet (boys)
Jestem tym na co tu czeka mainstream (wciąż)
Ale super się z wszystkim rymuje mainstream
tryna make me smile, say she like it when I grin
"Nardo, let me in your heart," not by the hair that's on my chin
Don't make promises I can't keep, no,
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
she'd always be mine
But now I'm a loner, I don't like being by myself
The kind of love I'm looking for I can't find with nobody else
Boy don't take your
start a revolution, ayy
Y'all want solutions
It starts with retribution
Boy this album is a killing spree I call that execution, ayy
I'm from the mud
I go
I've been fooled by the charm
Of the Kennington Road
While the backstreet drama
Don't get picked up by The Sun
Hopeless
Roaming around in
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
right
Come on, boys, whoo
This is so weird having my dad on a song right now
Considering he's 50
Uh, 47
I think he's gonna make a comeback album
of Somalia
Which I escaped as a boy
My audience is in America
So my songs should reflect the land where
I have chosen to live and work
They have a point
mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire
me goin' (goin') on
Like a king behind a pawn
Stew gang never steers me wrong
I'm not a bard without a song
Cause these boys are the best
That's why
Mmm
Worlasi
Cucaracha (Racha)
Boys wan' strike but we faster (Faster)
Boys no fit die, cucaracha (Racha)
Vibe no dey die, cucaracha (Racha, racha,
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
boy Ruggy Batcave
Radio Batcave Studio
Doing it like we always do it about this time
Courtesy of 215 Aphillyated its Flamers 25
Hosted by Cosmic Kev
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
on building
Them boys just won't let go
Her house big like '90s clothes
Shit got an echo, echo
And I'm spacey, Kevin
Are we racing to heaven?
And I'm crazy,
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
Sellin mixtapes to them albums from 30 to 50 thousand (wow)
It ain't no problem, I got it, my following got me (got me)
Long as I continue to spit poems
dropped like a
Million other country boys
I thought my Mind was Playin
Tricks like the Geto Boys
Damn man, I miss the interludes by Big Rube
He gave us
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