Lyrics:
walking around like we ain't hell hounds
You see this ice around my neck go fetch yo bitch go drown
That last album wasn't shit y'all ain't heard shit yet
I
auf Stand-by
Entweder schlaf' ich ruhig am Ende
Oder hab' Blut in den Händen so wie beim Blood-Gangsign
Das heißt, ich würd' für Hip Hop sogar auf 'nem
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
Chorus
Demons been taking my soul, so why try
Harder to see through the smoke
Through the side eye
Bullets don’t carry no names, they fly by
I
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... ?
just want a percent of me
Damn, my money broke but my spirit not
My heart ain't broke but it's tied in knots
It's good and evil in this world I profess
to keep fuckin y'all head up
The one man news team fast like a photographer
Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
If you in D.C.,
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
make it funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
Pat Mahomes
She wanna blow my instrument like a saxophone
The hoodie made by Spyder
The 4's it's T. Scott
I got fans in Canada
Yeah that's T Dot
I need
Mic check, mic check, as I reflect
Mic check, mic check, as I reflect
Mic check, mic check, as I reflect
You are who you hang around
That's why I
their kids
Hey, why have drama
Nigga, your baby mama stay
Right around the corner
I could touch her if I fuckin' wanna
So why you wanna insist to diss?
I
by a transaction
Ben Franks, Washington's, and Jackson's
Skip to the part you tell me your needs
Stop the hand grabbing
Half hugs and throwing me
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
Cause now I have a fanbase, get my army
You cancelled the only ever thing I ever wanted
So stop asking why the hell they leaked yo apartment
In my
touring, Miss America, miss the pageant
I'm still married to that dame though the game is Mrs. Jackson to me
Rappers love talking this epic
When we talk
followed by a rumble lightening strike
(Hook)
(1st verse)
It's hard to get far when your vision clouded
Wrong time and place like a trip rerouted
It's
Watch
Watch
Y'all niggas overdoin' it
You gotta slow that shit down
Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (watch)
Niggas ain't
Different bitches every night, just make sure you gone by the morning
I ain't been living right, that's why I'm thuggin by my lonely
It's been hard
to stay loyal I know why you giving up
I broke your heart, I broke your heart
I broke your heart, I broke your heart
I broke your heart, I broke your heart
Yo hip-hop, started out in the heart
Uh-huh, yo
Now everybody tryin to chart
Say what? Hip-hop, started out in the heart
Yo, now everybody tryin
Oh, I posted bail?
I'm out this motherfucker?
I can go?
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge
Fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney
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