Lyrics:
Eagle side, homie coming up
I was young and I didn't give a fuck
Long Beach nigga, a fiend for the bucks
Lean in my chucks, banger, I'm tough, yeah
bro
I'm at the top and there's nobody else
Me and my niggas did this shit by ourselves
Heard that your albums ain't doing too well
Don't hit up my line
movie in my head, and you'll get the best experience
By listening to the 7 songs in order from start to finish
I kept this project intentionally short
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
wheel
Protected by Uriel and wingz of Gabriel
Black Castro, with a pic in his Afro
Interpret for the pharaoh but swift as a sparrow
With skin
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
in passing
Don’t be blinded by the light
You’ll end up crashing
I work like I’ll die tomorrow
That’s why this shit ever lasting
I do this shit for
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
as normal
No more than two people may gather anywhere without permission
Use only the drugs prescribed by your boss or supervisor
Be happy
Obey all orders
Nigga this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my people
I'm dynamic punks panic
people keep on
Doubting you, you gotta make a move
If you get it by yo
Self then you ain't gotta go to school
But the trick is that you
Gotta know
favorite spot
Cold days taking walks in my favorite parts
Of the neighborhood near Gramma's, from dawn to the dark
First album, who the finish was simply
the album cover by now
You know that my name is what my name is
When I came in here to try and
Do this, something I've never done before
Mr jones, Booker T,
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
they kids
And they’re not being
Allowed to play that real shit
Because they think that in
Order to feed they kids they
Gotta play the same
Shit over
bitch is illegal
I gott the scammer to swipe it go
This desert. 40 an eagle
I ll turn. A op to pack. When blow
I get it cheaper the Migos
I had
straight
Burnouts in a closed space
Still blow the O's, but it's no vape
Homie album like a mixtape
Now he follow orders that I dictate
Chances are you gon'
your freewill, you'll pay
A puppet adorned by string
Subservient to every order
the Shú-nagua takes place.
It's leading you home to kill them
It's
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
leads to the
palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
Do you give orders to the dawn?
Can you bring forth the way of light?
(or go to where the dark resides)
Can you replace a single star?
(Or from
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