Lyrics:
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
I be on the way
I'm sorry about the way
The new album is on the way
I'm in my zone
On and off stage I perform
I'll take them by storm now
Watch I'm
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
like where you're on Yoshi's back
No, you suggest this every album
Hey, just give me a sec!
And you're falling in a pit and you have to jump away
whole life through (that's right)
He's been walking through the rain (rain)
Until that day he run for you (uh huh, uh huh)
And the sun came pouring
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
me
Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he
So if you run up, you get done up, I'mma end it
Throw the gun up out
security escort me
Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me
For being cocky...t'ward those that cock block me
I'm makin' millions, no nigga, it
to me
Didn't fit the recipe probably a little spicy
Appealing to the masses requires seasoning lightly
Felt like the kid that was ditched at the prom
By
all in your face
Like sneakers you can get laced, trying to run up in my place
Had a stash house, had a crack house man
Had about a couple safes
Is that
your last stop, if you complete this challenge, Judas will be no more
Better run
Piranhas or the sharks, moving with the wolves
I got the greatest story
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this
a little appeal
If you feel it, and drill it, and destroy the game
It won't be a fight
Cause the other person has to be alive
I told you in the last album
it cost, i got it
Ay yo I go by the name of the problem
I wanna thank my fans
For supportin' my albums
Look, y'all went and got 'em
I appreciate that
problem solved
I hate tuv to death, id run him over with a dump truck
He makes bad music and hes also a dumb fuck
He apologize but really i am dead inside
of five year old girls engage in deliberate dietary restraint-
When we used to run our webcam studio, we know how sad men are because we saw it first hand
fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might
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