Lyrics:
doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up
Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop
out of holes by hustling
To [????] hold your pain or either a fever
And held a target side Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasise about this [????] I
the rebellion of the US colonies
In 1820, blind and insane, he died from his disease
Oh, United Kingdom Monarchs
Crowning royalty
In spite of sky-high
Through the veil
The strain and the monotony
I know I'm nothing more
Than a ant in a colony
But she made me feel like a general
Tanned apple
selling sex
That's only way
They can cut a check
On my life i rather die
Than ever become no dumb sket
They got the same crackheads
On rotation
sexualising yourself
And should you really love a guy for his wealth
And if he left you on your own could you survive by yourself
It's like we're all sheep us
whipping up in the pot
Run up, pistol whip, but it go "grrah!"
Serving to crackheads on the corner spot
Ooo la la, fucking on thots
Fiending for the 5 point
stood there by myself
Mama used to put the belt on me, but now I lay the belt
Askin' me about what's his name? Shit, he killed himself
Niggas think they
anyway
Let me slay artists for tips in the penny tray
By the way if that diamond ring don't shine
That's cause I bought it at the five-and-dime but don't
Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine
A fuckin shame, duke's a lame, what's his name?
Darkskin Jermaine, see what I mean?
*chorus* 2X (fades)
mean that kid
That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine
A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame,
whut?
I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke them by the neck while I just fuck her to death
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Now tell me do you
I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke her by the neck while
I just fuck her to death
Now tell me (What?) do you love me?
(Huh?)
Northern and Southern colonies
Three by five is point six zero
They talk about Colombus
Like he was some hero
Really in the end, it was all about dinero
It
could bleed in a pot
And make a soup that’d go
For 10 dollars a pot
En la calle
On a collision course with incarceration
Consumed by the lies
2021 ain't no motherfucking fun
Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns
Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds
Bodies of Native
an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my
Pred sebou mám ťažký week
Ďalší gig, opušťam beat
Som fresh jak Lean keď opušťam byt
Na sebe Undefeated od Queens
Volám taxíka v klube chcem
Vidiet
anyway
Let me slay artists for tips
In the penny tray
By the way if that diamond ring don't shine
That's cause I bought it at the
Five-and-dime but don't
mean that kid
That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine
A f***in' shame, duke's a lame,
the hood, she did not have a reaction (skrrt)
With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like, "Fuck those cops!"
Goddamn, it
'til the tears, dried up inside me
Revenge to the end, laws in NYC
Got up by the way I used to be
Apartment 5D where dope fiends in the hall
Try your
knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty two
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