Lyrics:
You can make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit
I admit, that my
Life's a game, you risk it all
Stack the deck and then you fall
Russian roulette, counterfeit
Russian roulette through your head
One chance to win
It's been a long time coming
Too long, too long
It's been in the making a quarter century
But it's here now, it's here now
If by time you hear this
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
on your head
Get your brain, I doubt it
I be on that fly shit – M-O-B that mob shit
Boy, I'm talkin' G5 shit
Fifty racks for that ride, shit
That ain't
I say
Assange is a hero
Severed by bots
Allah befriended Luke
Boy oh Boy
Your rulers good
Boy oh Boy
Your rulers good
Boy oh Boy
Your rulers good
Boy
wasn't
And now he bout to show em that he really was worth something
I've been through a lot in these past years
But ain't never let em know when your boy
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
Ha ha yo (remember the name)
We just cooling out right now (remember the name)
Hanging with your boy Young Nations (remember the name)
Cool breeze
that everything just gets lost in there
And if it never comes out,? that?s ok by me..
And on other side, ???..at the top there may light at the end
got me outta my grave
All my partners say I'm changed
How am I gon' stay the same huh!
Lord have mercy and pity on your son
From what I once was
that I can follow
(be a good small boy, hurry up and swallow).
There is no way I can escape
(feel yourself bleed out as you lie in fields of rape).
There
and I want it
Hold my body boy, pull me close
One by one
You have taken me higher
We got no Bic or no lighter
Think I'm ready, I'm letting go
One
and fam fed up by me boy
Knock, knock shit, bet they lock the door
Engaged but headed 'round divorce
She caught it, check my child support
Make a nigga that
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
graves
Just watch us as we fade away
You wish that we can all be saved
But we will fall into our graves
Brains on the blacktop
'Cause you didn't tap out
all
You're not coming back
From the grave
And I don't miss you anymore
I'm saved
'cause once I get this album made
Everything will fall into place
No
with the K (fall with the K)
Forensics say they found 762's in his draws by his waist (in his draws)
I was out of town by the west, stuffing dick in
niggas be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggas in the grave the other one in the pen
She fucking my enemies
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
time is money
Could say I'm stacked with clocks
Don't get your gum stuck
Boy, you needa wreck a check
Done did some dumb stuff
But I ain't got no
a boy called Craig,
Found a dead body on the flats with his mates' [x2]
it didn't take Craig and his mates that long to dig up the grave,
Even With two
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