Lyrics:
to God, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Runnin'
nigga, on God, nigga
Big 4L, pussy
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (on God
zero to a thousand
Finally grown to my original version
I think I love how I became a new person
Shout out 2020 same water we immerse in
I’m big
the hundreds up (Ball the hundreds)
Ball like NBA (Ball like him)
Now she on the floor (Now she on it)
She gone need a break (She gone need a)
I been going
niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
This song's been written
Four-hundred eighty million two-hundred fifty times before
By everyone who's ever learned to play guitar. I'm not original
they can't fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg
We up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by
flip the Hip Hop drops on ya
You fo' real? Soul singer
Rollin' Erykah, Queen, me-Angie, Bahamadia
Original,
Angie PCK, that's me
I can rock you so
Ballin' for real, toss an alley oop off the pick and roll
Rollin' hundred spokes gold, my Rolex frozen
Have you ever seen a quarter of a million dollars
he'll be gone for 26 months fed time
I try to maintain through all this
And pray to god pop keep the same clean date and 4 dicks
My pockets flat kid
You
no for an answer but for you I'll make exceptions
God done put each other in our lives and I know it's a blessing
Trying to keep it a hundred with you
the crowd
Snatchin the microphone real proud
But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on White Cloud
So next up down the line, Scrap Lover
[Scrap
God spends a lot of time in the Bible
Telling us who we are
It's almost as if He knew that we would doubt
Who that was from time to time
It's as if
to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black
Lemme introduce myself I go by name of grey
The only thing you should know about me is that I'm great
I don't care if you agree or think that I may be
it for my city wanna make em' all hear
1 2 3 4
Open that door for I cock and load
If you loaded better put ya hands up
Close ya eyes count to hundred
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
push you back
Like a cursor does the words by the silence
Hush, slow up before you blow ya clutch
Hold my forty four wit lust an' then I'll take your
miles an hour on the booth, better let it loose
A hundred by the sour, molly, flower, and they love the shrooms
That's real rap, I'm stating facts
got four bitches with me, no need to look twice
Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian sort
I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport
An ounce
on this one
We gon throw this back for P-A T
And DJ Screw mafio and Gator
It's finna go down round here
You know we just getting started
Asshole By Nature
for real
I'm Independent
Don't need me a deal
4Real
it's all real
We live from the Hills, it's the God I-Reelz
Yo Wonderful, spark the billz
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm rollin with
Moet got me actin like a fuckin goat in here
Yo god, remember back in the days god?
When we came a long way and shit, man?
(No question)
Supposed
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