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I am so fly like a bird
Don't miss with the Glock, Larry Bird
Lil hoe try me, getting transferred
Prada glasses on my hoe, she a nerd
Do
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
when the north lights shine
Don’t you know
I turn cold snow into white wine
I can buy time
I can take you back to those old days
In a fly by
I’m a life
popping the corn
Louie can be found by his horn
Gone out the ward
Finally free
Find the old farm
And chop that old tree
Get out my morgue
I need to breathe
'Cause I don't run rap no more I run the map
A small part of the reason the President is black
I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack
Talkin'
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn chicken
George became dead george stealin' chickens
From my farm, damn, another dead pigeonif
Your
that song
Caw caw blues caw caw blues 10'll get you twenty if your countin by twos'
Barb wire palace full of magpie chicks ole heckle & jeckle steady
your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!)
That's me the nightrider
Dressed in all black with the gat in
in my sprite I make it bleed
Like a pilot I'm fly today
Shawty beside me she finna come top me n ride me the best way
Feel like I'm floating just like
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
get when you pass me by
Red and white and blue and gold
I wanna wait for the water to touch my toes
It's the Fourth of July
I wanna wait for the fire
oh)
If you drivin' in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggas, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by
oh)
If you drivin' in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggas, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by
fly Gucci boots (Gucci boots)
Put me on like Pook (Pook)
Every morning that I awake
Ten G's in my fuckin' face
Combination to the safe (combination
the pain
Like an eagle, spread those wings
Fly to sunnier days, I'll feel the wind
As you pass by
I'll know you're here
The tears will fall
Down my face
[Eon]
One day I launched a rocket up into the moon
And landed on a crater in a blue lagoon
Three girls in the nude, in the pool they had room
the boys by my side
You gone hear us loud cuz we keep the sideline LIT
Yeah we bleed silver and blue and I'm hopin' you do too
because when the squad gets
white ho
In the mirror gettin' high with the lights low
Girl you know what's on my mind when the boss call
Trying to stroke it from behind like a golf
what to do
He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the butchered indians
White is anglo-american apartheid
Blue is
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the s*** I took from people
I reap all your fat s***, jack
Back
dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after
irresistible
The hours fly by
No work gets done
Some Jewish kids still trying
Some white kids trying too
Millions of real American kids
Don't have a clue
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