Lyrics:
We're right here, right now
Don't let it stop your show
So you should lay your cares on the radio
The sound of art in motion
Everybody get down
Ci comes
clear
But from when I was 2020 my mother weren't in arrears
Big S class, leather chairs, I'm in the rear
Driver don't stop at all, but Buju blares
and laid out like a chump
Gone head fake if you think you'll get by
With no muthafucking heart, I'm gone watch yo ass fry
Gone head lie one more time
You gotta work
WORK
Work work
Don't nothing come easy out here
You see me, I'll bleed and I'll sweat
But you won't catch me crying 'bout it nah
Nah
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
don't know)
'Cause I can't be
Without you on
By my side
(By my side)
(By my side)
And when I wake
And you're there
I feel so sad
I feel so weird
No, I
it shake it fo me
Come and work it for me
Shawty but don't break it for me
Wiggle wiggle want you
Come on and get naked for me
Say you like
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
stunt
No go change even if I hammer
I be the one make you never wonder
E no bi kasa
Yeah yeah
And we don't stop
We gon make our way to the very top Yeah
(Stephen) V1
She caught my eyes, from across the room
So tantalized by the way that she moves
Yo mister DJ give her a chance
Don't stop
stop pain, how long will cocaine last
A coltrain's blast, will leave you with no brains fast
Don't rap, stab yourself to the beat instead
Don't
Lava’s forming, we burning off tires uh
I just got blanked
So call this off-white uh
Flexing my friend’s dirt bike uh
Hit him with my stick when I pass by
story in a brand new way,
He got the rhythm!
Don't you want to be a genius and a real harmonic sleuth?
Bird found the truth:
To live a life of music is
where's the bitches?
This crazy boss just fucked up the
Game word to the clippers
My enemies bitch got her face
Right by my zipper
Tequila is laced, give me
it
My numbers go off the charts like a rocket
Don't sweat the technique like Eric and Rakim
Help, somebody
Before I catch a body
Never stop for nothing
Ima take em one by one yeah I don’t need no help
Why y’all always rap about a god dang price tag
Why can’t you think of something else
It’s really
girls girls
They grabbed the mic mic mic
They tore it up up up
Don't hate congratulate
You know we're knockin' down doors
Straight out the gate
Wake from
to her to the rhythm of a hi-hat
She got a beautiful mind, you can't buy that (uh-uh)
And the sight of her behind when she walk on by
Make a nigga
know; you don't have to ask
Rappers' rhythm and poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might get junked if you follow the records he wrecks
Until then,
chill, see) but
Too magical rhymes are too tragical
For any source to stop Kane from getting capital
If I thought sticking me was dissing me
Man, don't
is broken with a mindset of nothing to lose
But I live thru music and I never hit the mute
Don't stop the music
Let it keep playing
Turn it up louder
And we all know
These subtle flows
And lame ass cares can't stop me
Oh baby don't
Spill it so fast
You're lookin at me funny
Put back on my clothes
can't complain
You can find me by the DJ booth
Og swag wit a pocket full of loot
Look I don't give a fuck about none of this shit
Detroit Michigan
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Hi
Soul surviving, dude so conniving
Never stop driving, the pussy like a hymen
Don't let 'em sit behind you,
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