Lyrics:
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
anxiety
Or how I could feel like I'm by myself on an island
With depression on all sides of me (damn)
With a Glock 17 right on the side of me (hold up
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
why the fuck you talkin
Who you why you barkin'
Lil bro you not my target
In a race all by myself the whippy keep on callin'
You keep on stallin'
My
serious, yo
(Hit her up)
Bitch! Grab yo man when you see Khia
Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia
Bitch tried to diss but she lame
She ain't finished now
promethazine (promethazine)
Talking like it's that but you not on thing
I can tell by ya lango' I can tell you don't bang (tell you don't bang)
Momma I'm
Tryna drill shit, but it's hard in the hood where she from
Got a friend named Patrice, eat the dick till you cum
Gotta do by any means, cause Patrice got
and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
bro
That's my natural energy
How you gon' fuck up my natural energy
I'ma have the video of the year
You gon' see
I'ma have the album of the year
You
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
maid, all I need is a partner
To play spades with the cards up, all trust
Who else you goin' run with, the truth is us
Only dudes moving units, Em,
maid, all I need is a partner
To play spades with the cards up, all trust
Who else you goin' run with, the truth is us
Only dudes moving units, Em,
you
Know I ride at night
I been thuggin since dry rice
Wodie I ain't right
I got my chopper in my trunk
And my vest wit me i'm bout to go scoop up
Lil
the cards up, all trust
Who else you goin' run with, the truth is us
Only dudes moving units, 'em, Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here!
Maybach outside
I'm scarred by your love
You left my heart bleeding
Seeing demons
Ion even get the meaning
Feel like i'm dreaming
Laid back off the drugs
But ian
know what
I'ma put the beat up 'cause you did sign yesterday
I'ma put you on before we even get the album started
It better be fire I mean what's
F.O.E. Entertainment
Yeah
All love Detroit
F.O.E. Shawn The Don
Yeah
It's all the way up, and I don't give A fuck
130 rounds if you wanna test your
a Nigga I'm more like Shawn kemp
Even with all the clues it bust my brain I couldn't add it up
In that big tahoe switching lanes how I had Macked it up
Off
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
Kidd shootin' up the bank
Tyson Chandler bringing down the pain
Shawn's awkward shot but it sank
Game 6 leave a mark that stays
Pretend you sick we know
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