Lyrics:
my name by the time that I am done with this
My passport got a couple stamps
I make my way got the upper hand
Fly in jets as transportation to another
When I'm older
Will you still be listening to my albums
When I'm older
Will Ed Sheeran still be hating me
Hopefully by then
His career fails
When
a problem with that subject
By hearing my album I know that’s Something they regret
Should of went and took the bet
Instead of being in ya house right Now
lonely up at night and nobody was by my side (Boom boom boom)
2016 came my homie died I felt the pain I woke daily sniffing caine
Then late at night I
it’s however you like
But these paycheques ‘re getting bigger by the second
I’m jet-settin’ from Paris, Madrid, then to Belgium
I drop by your city with
every beat I murder without any fucking knife
Mo se single mo se feature mo tun se album
Hope never dies my brother see never give up
Mo se reggae mo se
Uh, yeah yeah
Chuki Beats
Rap Life, Rap Life always by my side
I've been making music cause you know it's such a vibe
Stepping up my A-game just
my shit, just like money ain’t nothin’ (It ain’t nothin’, yeah)
(Lesgo, uh)
Young legend go by the name ChanChan
You might be sneak dissin’, but I
Bought a ton of bread 'cause I saw it
E-Learning, E-Learning, yeah it really sucks
Yeah my album's pretty hot might drop a deluxe
Everything's closed I
album does him wonders
"Okay but" is clouted no matter his matter tons of numbers
I get consumed by the greed and then become a dad or plumber
No job
the years 2012-2013, the unreleased proggy albums "T.O.N" and "Sad but true".
Meanwhile Ole's heart beats between 123-129 BPM again and his creativity is
the years 2012-2013, the unreleased proggy albums "T.O.N" and "Sad but true".
Meanwhile Ole's heart beats between 123-129 BPM again and his creativity is
the years 2012-2013, the unreleased proggy albums "T.O.N" and "Sad but true".
Meanwhile Ole's heart beats between 123-129 BPM again and his creativity is
the years 2012-2013, the unreleased proggy albums "T.O.N" and "Sad but true".
Meanwhile Ole's heart beats between 123-129 BPM again and his creativity is
Chat Tati snub
Figo ti a ti fi shey sub
Ore ofe ni everything
Nobi by who pray pass
Alaru ton ge bread
Ofi awo ori e shey breakfast
Aye
Make I Dey go far
next level steez
Smoke out, conversation time
Album, mixtape, both combined
Fuck it, I'ma get what's mine
But I still feel like they sleepin'
So I
vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudes
That give longitude and latitude some attitudes
From an environment, freestyle's a requirement
Upon every album
take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging
and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit
l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d’cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
Drive by Aventador
rageux prépare-toi, gros bâtard
À voir passer l'orage
T'es en stand-by, tu fatigues, moi je baille
J'suis au top, toi t'es die
Et je baise tes Jedis
Enlève
[Tariq]
L.A. to Bronx to Bekailen
Together we provide a ton of better on the way and
We rhyme related
Very under-estimated, that's why I'm winnin'
on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Boy, you gon' turn
I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket,
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