Lyrics:
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
the pro, flowin without question, recollectin'
On shit I did in the past, blaze and get Cash like Johnny
Need me? In the back wit the fat sack of chronic
That's why you keep coming back, nigga
In the gym, now her ass bigger
Put in work till my cash bigger
100 mill in my stash, nigga
Cause I'm manifesting
(Hey) Woke up I had the same clothes on
I had on last night (damn)
I must have passed out (wake up)
And cash is just like the clothes I worn
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
that
That's my song
See rap is a form of expression
I might tell a story I might teach a lesson
I might give a confession
I feel hurt no Johnny Cash
Oh heyyy, Johnny, funny running into you
Thou art the one that makes the documentaries for the school
Ugh, I guess
So why haven't you used your
(Hey) Woke up I had the same clothes on
I had on last night (damn)
I must have passed out (wake up)
And cash is just like the clothes I worn
through working on this album, I believe my brother Saeed, is still with me too.
So this one for both of y'all,
It's only right that I go out the same way
with black hearts, and one of pure hearts,
In a ruse to to fill my head with black thoughts and blast off like James Bond
Like Johnny Storm, I flame
this whole album in my bedroom closet
And I'm coming with the thump that can thump yo noggin
I was raised off that cotton and I got to know, got to know
the moment I'm busy recordin' (recordin')
On a mission to make a fortune yeah (cash cash)
So baby won't you come my way (my way)
I could show you a different
my own lane
The rap jihadist, commit a murder in Gods vain
Confess the crime and only give 'em the songs name
They want the story straight - I don't
flask
I don't know if I wanna come back
Just pray I leave this Earth a little more Johnny than Cash
Rough time with some old friends
Backroad drinking
patient
'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get
the ones that Johnny Cash wore, the black, for
Black and white women that were turned to crackhores
And I empty everything in the bank to give for it
I
of Pac, a little bit of Bone
A little bit of David in
The Psalms writin' songs
A little Outkast, Johnny Cash and some Pastor
Call it Vice Versa, reverse
this is story one
This is my book I won't fold it up
Albums bad, funny
Your shit is ugly
My shit is lovely
And it brings me money
Mine makes you bounce
Story has two sides, one man's dump is another's palace
Go for it all like Aladdin or left wandering like Alice
Don't judge a book by its cover, but know
should indeed they should
Indeed I should smack a few niggas like Suge
But then they'll black mall me
And the that's a long story no crossover so I
s tým
Vraví že nechce cash, ale chce prachy
On má cieľ, on má sen, Bože, nééasi
Chlapci mali by alibi, keby pálili sativy
Ale tanini tanini na to stavili,
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
rising, 'til I'm upside down, I won't look down
This a meteoric rise, keep ignoring all the horror stories like
So-and-so got way too famous and ended
the cash (yea)
We get the raccades when we get raccades
You n***** getting old you moving in the past age (yea)
By 2019 we gone be on top
By 2020 we gone
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