Lyrics:
do
But you can’t do it like me
You can’t do it like me
You can’t do it like me
Verse 2 (Mix Williams)
Okay, okay,
Do it like me, huh no way,
Nigga do
you're having fun, Lee? This is my voyage
My gilded reward, I intend to enjoy it
I had such ambition, you went and destroyed it
Swimming pool!
Oh, shut it
Gold on my teeth got a lisp when I talk
Weight on my hip so I limp when I walk
Swing on me once you'll be sleeping in chalk
Chopping it up with your
again
Weather's murder at a hundred and three
William Ray shot Corabell Lee
A yellow dog knows when he has sinned
You wanna walk away and start over
to all them legends for that inspiration
The ones that fought with their lives to see innovation
They probably didn't see it by their last breath
closely
Know what he told me
Know what he showed me
There ain't no way to fail
Tell the devil the future was unveiled
Forever the victory was sealed
It
It's fly America
See where I'm from
Ain't no telling what you might see
Know a nigga that seen more
Knicks than spike lee
20 sack for the right fee
you can count on me
Dial two seven in the AM
It's north to the Cape by the PM
Ride Uber to see him in the East End
It's sex in the city for
All emcees put your mic down to be astound by universal sounds
It's the get down the place to be to uplift your crown
No holds barred its twelve
the young
On tree by jury, together we hung
Now we let our chains hang and gang bang to maintain
'Ghanastan goin' through the same thing
It trickles down
Victory won, in a world of Henessey and guns
Too young for the marches but I remember these drums
The stark reality of wars and battles
We fought for
Williams real or fake
But i work it like a piston
Cross over Grant Hill in 96 and
Don't act different cause you can't envision it
This how we get it in up
a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff
It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the
Presents
In essence count your blessings I
round the calendar
They pulling hundred grand up the
Valet at the mall
Walking slow, like it's a Hype Williams video
Jacob well paid -the ears got
aiming for your head
I gotta lay it down I made my bed
I ain’t trying to be hard, but I’m guilty as charged
Manifest your dreams in a desert that’s
Lonely but not alone
Choose purpose over popularity
It is longer lasting
I fell down
See you were down
You were down for the count
Everyone
Everyone
Turned
them
And I know Darcy and my father watching over me
Methodz Joey Anthony Matty Williams Sammy D
Kristy Lee and everyone who blessed me with their
Cuddle Closer
Music, Lyrics, and Vocals by Isabella Faller
Rap Lyrics by czariah Pope
Rap Vocals by Kingston Williams
Intro - C, G, cm, F
Verse 1
Oh, I could stop and count successes like diamonds in my hands
But the trophies could not equal to the grace by which I stand
In Christ alone
I place my
cake and bourbon on the rocks
The tune of the grandfather clock
On the kind of day where every hour
Feels as if its any hour
And William puts the TV
time for Wes Lee[03:19.05]It's go time, NXT and back ready by next week[03:21.86]I stay strong[03:23.26]Proving all my life I belong[03:26.34]They held
forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
"Get on the bus",
forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
"Get on the bus",
rappers relying on their block
And their block fully made of LEGOs
Winning championships, Serena Williams
Movie star, Jimmy Dean
Go nasty mode, call it Ron
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