Lyrics:
remember their names
I was safe in my cabin
And thinking of going to bed
When an Indian tomahawk
Stuck in the wall by my head
I looked through
make her dance No Juicy
But I'm so fresh it look like they juiced me
F.L.Y. til I D.I.E.
Balling by my lonely in my own league
Run it like the Point
came a long ways to give us a better life
Pray the Lord understands when I ain't living right
The flow Hard body your boy God body Prairie boy you
Riding through the lone prairie and watching the blue sky
What do I have to say - am I going wrong or is this just the usual way
My sight was getting dim
dreaming loving the moment we done a whole lot of stuff
You know we came with the steez jeez swagging that shit to a t
She wanna hang with the dream team
I came up from the bottom
Im the Best in the league
Put CV on the scene
Im a shooter from three
We have nothing in common
When i get on a beat
I can
Everyday my cup be dirty like I don't wash the dishes
Sitting at the line all by myself like wasn't no competition
Everyday I'm racing league to league tryna
remember back bro had a Mac 10
Bread came in and I stacked it
Ima make more than I ever could imagine
Running through the scene like madden
Feeling like
for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'
That's why I moved away, I needed privacy
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
Students that's recruited
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music
Yo,
what I got, nigga don't watch that 'cause I
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Came up, that's
succeed
Ten out of ten I'm ahead of my league
Rap twenty seven but act seventeen
labels don't want me the fuck do they need?
You struggle swimming, I'm just
All the dogs that don't have a home is family
Gonna build them one by one
All the money that I spent will stay like gravity
The paper be in ton by
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
to Shakespeare graveyard
Punched in the dirt
Break through his casket, grab on his shirt
Pull him back to the earth
Put on his jacket
Took on his accent to spit
got that juice, I got that juice, I got that
Juice, I got that juice, I got that juice, I got that
Juice
Uh
That Mr. Pure, that Prairie Farms
She say
flashin'
She amazed by the jewels and the fashion
I pull up, got two bad bitches with me
Let 'em suck on my neck, but no hickeys
My dude came with the pole,
by bang
Know what I came for
I let Slugga get me started
QT keep me going
Might as well take everything you got
Since you out here showing
Just got
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
There's Christmas in the eyes of every child
Once again the presents are resting by the tree
Once again we worship the One who came for you and me
I hear
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
a-whistlin'"" and the ol' dust devils row
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', and a'freezin from the cold
Where the lonesome townie prairies melt into the airy
cowboy in the land
But try they might as sure is right they'll wind up in the sand
A brag came up from Texas by the name of Too Oaks Tall
Was out
straight from out of the Heavens
My glow, look like it came outta Tekken
Going in, And I'm covered by my brethren
League of Assassins!
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