Lyrics:
Detrás de la pantalla que me sigan envidiando
(Xicru)
Nueve, Nueve lágrimas son las que boté
(El Kokko nigga)
Por nueve traiciones diferentes que
Recibí en
Russell
I dropped outta high school askin where the money at
'Man, it's in the rap game' - now it ain't no get back
'Homie fuck that, where y'all from,
your maker
Karma is a bitch u better think twice before u steal sum shit
I think my name is Bill Russell by the way i get these damn chips
Life ain't
Who was ate by a lion it's told
So I left little William by the tigers' pavilion
And round to the monkeys I strolled
There was one great big monkey who
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
a close casket, made a son a bastard
Got to stay strapped, put the Cru is comin back
[Yogi]
Loungin with my Cru, above Meck and Harmony
Bringin like
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm
keep playin around we
Gon' have to tussle cause this ain't
Back in the days when he had all the muscle
And used to be on Hollis
With Joey Simmons
the s*** will seem sweeter
Pendulum indeed, my inspiration teeter
Back-and-forth like an AI cross
Trying to do it by myself that's how a I lost
Ain't no
cosigns for Kyle and vice verse
I'm defined by my verse, it's gross like net income
You win some, you lose some, not me son
I got more profit than the old
se twal kay Acra
Kanpe sou beat kou cheveu Alfalfa
Abracadabra m’spit faya faya (Cliowen nigga)
Ou pot ko kwaze avem ou te pase’w son G ?
Yo te di’w le
loan this dog
Paid back by our mother sisters
And brothers now Jonas yo
Big Spanish while the numbers
Spanish hocus pocus bro it's all bogus
So are we
move like Dion
Your girl feel for me so she baby me like Leon
Fuck how you moving bitch you crazy yeah you switch up what you be on
I be really chilling
If you step in our way you best keep steppin', son
'Cause we're (movin on up) just like the Jeffersons
Now you been rocked by the Infinite
I gots
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
come rock with the best
When we come back around, this the icebergs brink
Ice cold like d'angelo, I Russell up a couple feathers
Ya'll birds like
toes
Them youngins chasing rank they gotta live by a code
Yeah I made it out the hood but still can get in that mode
Fuck niggas tried kill me back
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
All the way back when the south ruled this shit
NY barely won like the past year Knicks
Stay chill I'mma God you can call me Buddha
But I still shoot
ain't gotta sneeze for me to bless you
I'm flying down the lane, I'm something like Russell
You niggas Bitches, You couldn't even be my son
I wouldn't
Yeah
Banks
COTI
Yo
Hunnid dollar bills for sit-up drills, my benji' reps
Ignorant, and I don't give two fucks with Fendi F's
Learnin' by
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
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