Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha (Let's avoid the hated and hatred)
Syakkireena a'
sure many people could have guessed
I'm not hospitable when it comes to evil things
Inside my heart. I don't respect the fake things
I like all things
with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
All we used to do is drink brew,
with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
All we used to do is drink brew,
the clouds from the gutter
If it's by heart, then I'm breaking the bank
Add up what matters, now do the numbers
It's times like this I feel I'm
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
Wouldn't be where I'm standing if they hadn't have fought for me,
From a nothing rep, now we live busting sets,
So if you own a Hoods album you get nuff
know lines
Northern suburbs
We bring the force in numbers
To south west east
Emcees on a pa album covers
Hip Hop I really put my heart in it
Like sim
livin', emotionally pained
Music writin', album comin', songs coming from the pain
Got you crying, always haunting, image stuck inside my brain
I'm sorry b,
keep it real
So how Im really supposed to feel
Cuh I'm not sorry im not emotional
Too many big scars
Cover my heart
Cuh I was comfortable
I done gave my
"Damn, are you sure?" Cried when she don't get her way
"Damn, are you four?" Stole her heart, now I'm tryna slide in the getaway
The game chose me, baby,
itself
But the people want everything else
OK, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
an album just in time for my bday (I guess so)
I'm tryna keep on topic
My life is kind of chaotic
My flow is wet so aquatic
These 808s so exotic
No need for
of sweet tag or mention on me
Unless i look like something i'm not
Unless i have social media
I might as well rot
Its hard to find a good girl
When it
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
And finally come out with my album
That seems so long
I told y'all
I became a student of the art
Developing as a MC
So I can spit from the heart
Receiving
game
Bearing the name
Jesus Christ on the mic
And I'm here to proclaim
I say it with no shame
Because I'm not in for the fame
I spit them healing verses
a pit stop
I'm still in the race
I'm gonna do what it takes
Wax museum
I'm surrounded by fakes
Younger me was great
Present me might not have what it
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
listening
A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missin'
But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of piss 'n
I'm about to have ya
caught up in my yesteryears
But I'm here~! My story remains the same
I ain't changed a bit, I speak words of pain
From a frozen heart, lost what's left
Ya boy back in a zone
Daughter twirling my crown, the king's back on his throne
Every summer I'm doing numbers the album its on
Straight facts
should text me, Another day I'm waving
Got baptized by her touch, I see angels waiting
It's my time already, pray for my sake baby
I collect ties, and cut
Ya boy back in a zone
Daughter twirling my crown, the king's back on his throne
Every summer I'm doing numbers the album it's on
Straight facts
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