Lyrics:
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal
Paw he was prayin' my brother Jack would bring him down some moonshine
Just so's that he could warsh those viddle down
As soon as all the kids got
creeping, yeah, we lurking
I'ma ride, I'ma die for my brothers
Hit the gas then speed off, I'm racing
Ran into a pole, pulled a Paul Walker
I don't care if
I'm a shopping strip Walker, big shit talker
Devin run up more checks than the SP market
I'm a seafood lover, dine in fried fish markets
So much Nobu
of all the moments
Todays a gift its called the present
Mr Walker side by side we ride along
Take us home were we belong
If I could tune the furious time
I'm a shopping strip Walker, big shit talker
Devin run up more checks than the SP market
I'm a seafood lover, dine in fried fish markets
So much Nobu
but she'll do sum wine tonight
Shawty getting stuck with me, Siamese, that's side by side
I just matched a spliffy with my brothers, we been tryna fly
Sliding by myself I swear to go I don't need no gang
Think I signed my rights to freedom cause I do not want to hang
Get a bag
I need all of mine
Walker
steaks wit big joe
My brother kory ward to the plug he was the cord
High powered pepper head right by that corner store
From them spanish boys botanica
before I realized Jordy, Kunta Kinta, and
That brother from Reading Rainbow were the same person
It's true
And when I watched The Wiz, I didn't even want
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
been taught by our guides who guide us to the Allfather
That there is no other
In the other brother stay focused on Jacob's ladder
For while coming to us
don’t know about tomorrow
Funny how my momma had to turn into my father
And I was gonna call’em now but I don’t even bother
A lot of years passed by got
to be by myself
The other day I got invited to a party,
But I stayed home instead
Just me and my pal Johnny Walker,
And his brothers Black and Red
and secondary
'Cause I seen my friend and brother get married the same weekend
Meanwhile, me and my girl are barely even speaking
Man, new beginnings and harsh
album
Sike I'm playing
But really what would I be without em
They the future of this earth when I'm not around
I'm thugging by my lonely I ain't hanging
Imma loner nigga wanna I kick it by myself
Wanna see my momma rich
And I wish all my patnas health
They my brothers till the end
I'm steady rolling
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
No, my brother, you've got to buy your own
Yeah
Yeah, woo
Yo, it's like the box sets
Star Wars, Fast and Furious franchises
Six projects, six
curly, hair
Now, look-a-there
Her brother don't 'llow me there
Now, look-a-there, a-honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
I love, love
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
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