Lyrics:
the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts
I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiliated with too many hot cats
To end up,
I'm flyin'
Ain't no point in me dyin' cause on these tracks I'm immortal
This vision stupid I put it inside my phone and recite it
This just the total
shit word
Say less nigga we already on it
Come on legoo ight
I'm grabbing the key
I move n I mob wit da team
Thru da night yea we off on a spree
This
Lil Baby's baby mother got caught likin' that message (Jayda)
Soulja Boy the first rapper Kanye took off a track
On Drink Champs he told N
falling down
I'm a diamond in the rough - Hoping I get found
Puffing Inspirado I been Smoking by the pound
And now it's N to the izzo - v to the izzay
Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done
fine- your vision's just different than mine
See I learned how to rhyme by a different design
Remember I had the album with the Canibus sign
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
getting darker the Peter Parker of the multiverse
But you know what's crazy
Whenever me and Mak get on a track we snap like Gwen Stacy
Money keep coming
in commando N-zone
Said I’m cute for a black boii lindo*
First album did it Independo* (Meow)
Nah, Cuz they be missin’ me Dissin’ me uh-uh-uh
They
a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under
weakness shown
Cockin' back as I grip my chrome
Slangin' sacks and I feel so blown
As I rip the track, it's that sick Syklon
S-Y-K-L-O-N-208
S-Y-K-L-O-N
from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who
Artist: Satara Rosa
Album Title: Feelings I Don't Show
Track Title: One Time
Track No: 5
Ratata lemme take my own time
Lemme show you how we do it
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
without tiffany
N-o-r-e, I just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I fuck wit clue, other
the speakers up man
We all in a zone bout to erupt man
None of this is luck man
Passion mixed with action n such n such fam
Can't explain it
Out the shell
Simply
always remember
I n’ Jay right beside me
That’s my brother for life
Trey and fresh3 on the track we
Cooking until we die
Y’all think it’s so simple
But
they call, they call it
Hold up
Told Brad to send me a track,
He send me a track to sound like a trap,
I don't know normally do this,
But hey
plan
What we all have in common is that we surviving to live by the hustle to bring in the bands
I fell like p.n.b
Y'all niggas dreaming and sleep
Got
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
tie
N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
was greedy for fame like Hansel and Gretel
So you can call me Jeremy Renner, by the way that I'm shooting my shot in this game
Got the eye of a hawk
they think they're pros
Ho's think they're better than Tech N9ne at rap
Go ahead get destroyed by the GOAT
At least I don't flex like every bad rappers
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