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on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil nigga
This ain't no make believe, we just make believers
The only thing you and your enemies agree with
The album could
Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave
Listen...
[Verse 1:]
I could die before I get rich never touch a mill
Die before my album drops never sell a mill
Die
we've got an album to press
And then we got to make that bubble.
Okay, the hour start teen and I love my friends,
But understand, y'all, love don't
a visit to
They was put there by cops who can't pass a physical
Ain't no beg your pardon, barging in your living room
Run up on your fam while your baby
to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year
of line, I'm down to ride for everybody on this track
Fe, fi, foe, umm, I smell the blood
Of a petty MC, step up if you want some
Got demons on the run like
those who cross the path of righteous men
let me start again (for what) for those who can't comprehend lee majors
the virus
niggas they run
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"
Tomb is open slap
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
So my name is Kid Fonque
I run a record label here in South Africa
Called Stay True Sounds
I've opened up a sister label Called STY TRU BTS
And I get
slow on a flow, on the Boss c.d
By now you should know, better than to run your mouth
Remember in Garden City, when Chris knocked your ass out
For
photo albums and pictures on our walls
Now it’s Facebook and IG post when we bored
Memories fades but the melodies stays
Cause when you gone they never go
from Plato
From now y'all anonymous to me una dey break code
Me I been blessеd by mai ceto
Flows been decent not just rеcent
Boss since y’all was in
Ha ha ha ha hah, I'm laughing with my mobb
While you remained confused by me
The Prodigy
You put your verse I put my verse in
We see who really
the kids I won't be home for a while
Tell Mom don't stress, it'll go by fast
Get my last piece of sex
Before they ship my ass
Process it, down state my
Yea. Story time homie.
A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep
the Sprinter Van
Run a full court game, no one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
him, you saw him run too (ha ha)
This is something I start shit to, get wild to
He on your album? I ain't tryin to start nothin, but I think he talkin
and these homos talk shit
I don’t ever miss a target
Like the RoboCop shit
This animal's raw, with Adamantium claws
Coming out, all run their mouths when they
put that on my brother, nigga, fuck it
Park my bucket next to whips that I'm supposed to drive
Nah, just let it run
I'm gettin' high, hope it land
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