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Ladies and gentleman
I present my self
I go by the name of Sol you know
I'm here to introduce the album
The first album of the D
And, Mom, wish I'd have had the chance
To have one last heart-to-heart honest and open talk with you
Doody, I see you, I go to walk to you
And I can
outta line, I shoot them in they mothafuckin' spine
And break they necks (nigga, nigga)
As I go down, you gon' realize that
See when you run up in my
outta line, I shoot them in they mothafuckin' spine
And break they necks (nigga, nigga)
As I go down, you gon' realize that
See when you run up in my
since I'm strong my clique is straight
And I could never go out like an exit
'Cause my fans stick behind me
And they wouldn't expect it
I'm level headed,
Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life
Man, I don't know, I've been thinking
I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go
They all know that "down,
there ain't no place to go anyway
What for
So you got everything, ah, but nothing's cool
They just found your father in the swimming pool
And you
down like that
D-Day:
Keep on hearin' niggaz hollin 'bout they ass gotta go
And where they gotta be
One more time I kick rhymes and they
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
Yea
How you doin
I go by the name P.R
Prince Ramzee' dats correct
Say what
Well
When they ask me where im from
I say the struggle
They say
Hey yo D, it's your nigga D
Uh-huh
What the fuck, you forgot about me?
You've been eatin' real good lately
Didn't get a shout out on your last
just snap, they can't take it anymore, they just snap
They go into Mcdonalds and kill fifteen people
I mean what the fuck is going on down at the post
I'm back
Which one is colder, the D or the trap?
Niggas are dull, they loving these NAPS
LEE with this hat, but I see no cap
FTLT, here with these
all he'd ever wanted when they labelled him the bootlegger king
He always trusted Stan and Hoke to do exactly as were told
They were hired to drive
there ain't no place to go anyway
What for
So you got everything, ah, but nothing's cool
They just found your father in the swimming pool
And you
can trust
Gunshots, drive bys, we would duck
Somebody died, thank God, none of us
One of the kids neighborhood
Bloods wouldn't touch
Go sleep, wake up,
God, oh my God, oh my God
There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave,
hopefully
But soon I went there and said
It wasn't me
Now I got nowhere go to
No roads for me
Baby
I Wrote the title of the album
Ironically
Thinking I'd
wo l'ayo, olele
A pa ra wo l'ayo, olele
I dey sing sing sing sing song song sing
I dey sing sing sing sing song song song
They call me V-E-C by
freezer
That's the kinda money me and mine go bet on FIFA
Bruddas acting like it's beef but they look sorta dumb
They don't pull up 'round here, I got
a thread, they're pushing and they're shovin,
Trying to knock me off the ledge
They'd rather see you suffer then they'd rather see you dead, go harder
commit to what you said
Never thought that I’d wish I was dead
Now I’m haunted by the voices in my—
Otherwise they’d be one person
I am one person, and I
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
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