Lyrics:
people
My music bangin like vatos locos got rap in a choke hold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Cállate la boca, my baby
All I wanna
on like a cyclical path
What I lost in my friends was nothing more than the same
What adventures I had all ended the same
My life goes on
But my days won't
takin' pictures, still think the feds watchin'
My run was legendary, my run was necessary
In the city, the big dog, I am the Tyler Perry
My life a whole
hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right
For settin traps little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisonous gats attack
In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we sing then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
the flesh Corleone fool
Took a long time coming but we paid dues
Now we trying rule the world nigga paid in full
Living life no regrets only boss moves
weeners and beef franks
Chorus
I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid
And party like a kid wit a high top fade
Arrive to a show and I'd like to get paid
Reminiscing bout the days in the high school
Started our team never gave a fuck ab rules
In the end everybody just a young fool
Now I'm out the pen
Cucaracha, bust a move
Then we aimin' at his matta
Send a frank, no Sinatra
Before we make it hot, just chill like culata
Boy I'm a shotta, move proper
Big
the days of your life go Dave? (With sunshine and shade)
That's it? (Tinted window grades and Kool-Aid)
Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
be intense
Some friends at the margin
Making summer streams harden
All these bulls shitting
Trying to milk me by the carton
But, uh, excuse me sir, I
could die, son
If God bless me with kids and with life
In my house, ain't no way, we could ever own a gun
Homie talkin' shit I'm hopin' it don't get him
Can’t you tell that i came
From the dope game?
My father was heavy in the dope game
I'm talking early 80s
You know them coke days
At a tender age I
Vibing by my lonesome
All my bitches wholesome
Moments in my life be epic
Never need to post em
Rolling up gellato
Thinking money and a foursome
I'm camoed down like a lieutenant
Roley dial got a pool in it
Shotta Spence you a fool with it
Searching lost and found 'cause the roof missing
scrapers looking like flash lights,
new York, frank Sinatra in my past life,
you kicked in a courtbut if you get the cash right,
this versos spit the fire,
betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the Commission
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas
hop out in suits, no way in hell he could not be this cool
No I'm no novice, I'm out on the move
She wanna hang like a knot in a noose
I fool
the waves or upon stage
Many thanks to the fans that paved the way
I'd like to give thanks for another day
So every body keep rockin' on with me
Life's
somehow sucking the life out of you
You're begging them please to stop
Stop
If I could I would but you one hundred thousand stars
Put them all in your
could I would but you one hundred
Thousand stars
Put them all in your pocket
For those rainy days
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
You need the bitter so the sweet taste
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
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