Lyrics:
Aye yall
This is DJ Drew
And I'm bout to get into a new record
By man Big Haze produced by King James
The One
Uh my bitches hella photogenic
the 23rd was the first time he was seen
Ulysses Grant showed up the 27th, by midwife
And James Monroe, the 28th, the first day of his life
May presidents,
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
And we're livin like every day's Thanksgiving
Too damn hype
And we're livin it up in the place to be
Too damn hype
Yo, Jeff too damn and me
Haha
TDH
Cleveland in our community is referred to as Bleveland
That it is somewhere where violence occurs
Where they're marking up territories, blood territories
It's
haters love me I can tell by your erections.
pointing in my direction saying there that baller goes, I got my money
on my mind so you can say my mind is
Mack
Down by law at each and every show
Nicknamed ?Al Diesel? but for short Aldo
And when something goes wrong this is where we go
His favorite line
killed em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day
we thank You tonight)
(I believe every single person gathered here is gathered on purpose)
(Not by chance but by Devine, by a Devine hand, Father)
Written by Caffey/Wiedlin/Armstrong
Always tryin' to clean up my catastrophes
Taking full responsibility
Living my life like every day is the last
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
All praise to the God of creation
Who calls all the stars by their name
Great is the Lord, mighty in power
And greatly to be praised
I rejoice in
your doom
Why do you write like you're running out of time?
Write day and night like you're running out of time?
Every day day you fight, like
my Lord (how it feel?)
I was beggin' God for a sign, shine a beacon of light
I know I ain't livin' right
Every day is darkness, in this dusty
I love you
I wake up every day
Thanksgiving in my heart
Heavenly father I pray
Take me back to the start
I struggle with forgiveness
Forgiving myself
livin like every day's Thanksgiving
Too damn hype
And we're livin it up in the place to be
Too damn hype
Yo, Jeff ????? and me
Haha
1989 Too Damn Hype
is dope, whip it till that shit lock
We done too far aint no way this shit stop
I'm dripping just like them medieval days, rocking air max's dont do
gunnar, bitch it's thanksgiving day
Game saturated like the 808
Every rapper prolly got another song by tomorrow
Every pretty person probably got an IG
a play
Rolling through Cleveland on every day
The plug got in Gushers I need a taste
I'm smokin I'm gas I'm lit
Watch me finesse to a couple hundred
I'm
We keep on working one day the fake shits go dropping out
My rhymes like James Ward prowse
Your song turn it out new wave the better's my dirty south
(Prohoezak Music)
Every time I twist one up
You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah)
You ain't never got no money
But you
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