Lyrics:
Yeah yeah
One time
For the first time
Two times
For my last
You and I in the Neon Sky
300 Horses when I breeze by
Tell em move over that’s Nov
In
to unwind taught to run light if it feels right
These changes in my brain governed by the abstracts
That I write down in a laptop
Submitted getting back
Once upon a time a story of a prince who was sent by the stars
Last night in the outer forest I fucked a fairy girl like play pretend
Peace treaty
rappers sayin'
Yeah, I'm country, can't run that far
I'm the king of the fuckin' country (yeah)
I'm, I'm the boss of the fuckin' sticks
(yeah)
You a cardio
on the bottle
Closet rockin' hella class
Celebrate accomplishments with bottles
Too many for a glass
So many successful albums
"Supernatural" got me trashed
But
guess I've run out
I was 25, deciding about my come up
It took me 5 years to finally drop my album
The friends that we keep by the time we're spending
They're singing and they're shouting hit em with the loudest single from the album
Did he really make a milli from a thousand
Styles unlimited run infinite
I'm going dumb-dumb
I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal, do you want some?
Sames one that tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones throwing
Fuck it, you know I still run with them guys
Drive-bys a waste of my time, I want somebody to die
I risk it all, put my sack on the line
I came from
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
to ask for currency
But you could run to me when you need and I'll never leave
Honestly, someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thing
of the last real niggas trying to get in the game
But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid
You feel me? Niggas spending ??? for the jewelry
Then run
dough, never snitch hood nigga principles and
byebye live by and die by nigga
even when im finger fuckin hoes finga on tha trigger
diamonds in ma crucifix
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by
Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C.
And run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
Got bread no wonder me and my soldiers break down
Too many snakes in the grass I'd rather die instead of a takedown
Yeah
I got the juice
Run up a check
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
Who you know rapping like this
You can tell I'm cooking by the flick of my wrist
I used to run the city in the 919. More money, more woes, Now I'm
maiden, I was made by an Irish man
He was a guitar man from Texas and he played his six strings hot
He was a renegade leader of a Cherokee band before they
It seems like they're liking it
Yeah but they look hungry
And people got to eat
Whether they're city or they're country
Good thing we run our own
How you gon' find yourself a Bonnie
When you can never be a Clyde? (Uh)
What's the point of getting' hated
When you can't get the hype
How you gon' run
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