Lyrics:
years to talk to you
Imma be the man fought for you
But after I get them drawers from you
I do, stop by in hurry
I'll be yo judge and jury
That body
Whoo
Whoo
Aye yo man, I feel like I've been humble too long, man
I'm too humble, man (whoo)
Fuck all that humble shit, uh
Uh, fuck bein'
mi love no out deh
cnd mi know mi long mi a live it up
Before you mi see me off on our way
Cah see tell mi braddah if you lift dem up
Man a dem a fi
the four by four, with the four doors, got your girl begging for more
Ya' mans here finna rap that four, with a broken arm, damn girl that's poor
I know you
of the Bathing Ape
No holds barred, bar none, I'ma raise the stake
I was raised by a pack of werewolves in the woods
Grew up studying Mobb Deep, 'Give Up
other children besides me.
We hardly had enough food or room to sleep.
It was hard times,
Needed something to ease my troubled mind.
Listen! my father
shit is for real
Get yourself a nose job, yeah that's down
Trying to look like a white man, you brainwashed clown
You're up on European fashion
caught like predators a prey behind the mask
The truest hit man day by day anonymous
Behind the scenes enclosed certified documents
We hack your soul like
the blues
Try to be a good man
Work my fingers to the bone
And you return the favor
By messing up my happy home
You played so many dirty tricks
Till I lost
a star like im following my dreams
No relation to the tooly but i keep it in my genes
Fucked my money up
Now i cant reup
Always bout my safety by my seat i
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
how they crucified Christ on that tree.
But Satan, the snake himself, wasn't so at ease.
Well, he took his crooked finger,
And he dialed the phone by
over, it was by a black man
I remember kids used to ride bicycles with soda cans
OG's hittin' a lil tree, beers in their hands
Hit the microwave and blow
feathers, breaking out ahead and bounding across the bog with ease, for he was truly the Mudder of the Dino Sore. He loved the slop. He ate it up.
SKEETER:
because its not our choice don't mean it must be earn
Respect worth getting, not by fear it will be earn
Yu is a threat to a man so your skin him ago burn
I
like cottage
Class was just like cheese
Man, I chopped it up with ease
No teacher could test me
All the students on their knees
Begging for goods
Asked
despise lies with deadly precision
I finally made my way up out that section 8 division
Not by busting and killing though I've had my share of stealin'
But
coming down
Smoking cali by the ounce
I'm going for the carty the villa and the rari private jet up in the clouds
Like we ain't ever coming down
Smoking
I ain't never getting used no
I got big dreams yeah
Tryna be the bigger man, tryna ease it
Tryna clutch it for my brothers down the eastway
No one
revealed.
Man is king in these streets, Strong in the east...
Diss, the reflex buss it off till it breeze.
I'ma go for that win right now by any means, Jah
the pack at quarter past its gone by forty five
Hope the pains not gonna last need to ease my mind
Told mummy we'll be fine swear she nearly cried
The bando
money like a running back
(Yeah)
They just know me by Savage, they don't now that I pull up and get that backend
How you lose my trust, got me thinking
How can I ease all the pain
This rapping shit giving me fame
These bitches be broke and they lame
He posting his guns you know he a stain
She up in
running up wid di millions
Life a nuh breeze cya get a ease
Open yuh ears real quick mek mi teach
Need capital fi start by any means
Real life mi chat mi
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