Lyrics:
Macaulay Culkin at home
Nobody calling my phone
I feel like I'm on my own
Please tell me where'd we go wrong
Was fighting like al capone
The only one in my
to fade
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age
They
tone
I don't know I'm boss with it like Al Capone
Stay Strong for lost souls who did no wrong
In this song with no grief if you hated on me
If you hated
power it's become too much to handle
To those who lack compassion or simply don't give a shit
The sheep vote them in blinded by empty promises
Dear Mr
Capone (yeah)
Microphone my home MC forget about e's (yeah)
Master of all ceremonies not one of karaoke (nope)
Lip sync with a back track like Nsync made
the marble on the bottom of the pool and the counter match (tell 'em)
Kill you, that's how I counteract
Never did the front, always came through around
I-C-E
On your trail, and I'm a cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'm a drink you down over the rocks
While I
I-C-E
On your trail, and I'm a cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'm a drink you down over the rocks
While I
I-C-E
On your trail, and I'm a cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'm a drink you down over the rocks
While I
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
didn't wanna go, so I slammed the do' in 4 do' Ford Foc
Went home took some notes
Plotted and schemed try to prove the pastor wrong
But by the end
the wrong people have the power
Of suggestion
And the freedom of the press is meaningless
If nobody asks a question
I mean
Causation by definition
Yh
Cyche What's up?
Push
Yh (Mr. Hater)
Ah Hwe
Today you see say my level change
Kane na mo fre me junky
Yeko a na menko bi
Yebaa na memma bi
Mo
Oh Mr Tickle, what did you feel
when you stretch out your fingers after me?
Oh Mr Greedy, what's wrong with you?
You're eating all day long, is it
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
by Joe
I do not beef or diss over hoes
He like to act, give him a show
V I N C E N T ain't no B A N In me
Klean this G U N for me
Don't T E double L
get that ass quick if they really want you.
Capone, you stay on street, and keep the cipher complete
2 5 circle, caught you snitching now we hurt
No questions for you too ask
No gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Misses Right
Every story you write, you can never get it right
You spending every night searching for that Mr. Right
And when he do you wrong, everything
right place, wrong time
In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed
If you could feel how my face felt, you would know how Ma$e felt (Mason Betha)
own it
Pick yourself up like you stole it
Run this shit like Al Capone and
Don't forget to kill em all n stack 'em nicely while you
counting bodies ,
live before they die
'Til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly
Just know the game while you playin the tough guy
That's yo' life
(Four by
she spell it out
I'm really from the bottom
Where nobody make it out
Yea don't slip on the drip
Mr smoke it by the zip
Mr take you on trip
Swear y'all
my sense of humour, you probably don't
understand, I don't care anyway.
Anyway, by the way, the video was shot at the Newcastle city hall. And Rod
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