Lyrics:
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
I turned my pain to gold. Hard to take advice when you made it on your own. Road to riches, pretty woman, diamonds dancing on business. Da da da da da
fucking bullets in the suit coats, who knows
Go do it with a wizard, wave a magic wand turn summer into winter
I worship from warships, play PGA courses,
[Beanie Sigel]
What
Spit what man
Man I don't know where that shit be comin' from dawg for real
Ain't no fuckin' rapper man
Sixteen
I don't
walk in my shoes
Life is a game and ion play by the rules
Aye
Y’all niggas is slaves
Working for yo mans
Y’all niggas is maids
Nigga like me, yeah I
thing
Gotta love that Brown Girl Magic
Royalty, Loyalty and she loving me
She thug with me
She ready to change the world
Skin like gold
And she dont
Question of Time
A1
It's a question of time
Watch the days passing by
Or even live life like was your
Last day on Earth
Leave deception behind
Take
my starkest thoughts
No language known to man
Portrays my naked sentiment
A bolt of blazing gold,
Swallowed by the waveless sea
The ocean-winds
to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were
There's magic in our present tense not coincidence, but fate
Stopping by woods to make new friends and buy some lemonade
The twist and turns we
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Hey yah, Oh.
This issue is systematic, for my sisters hard to cope
Yeah, hard to manage, all so harsh and tragic
This won't just go like magic
of your gold
The magic lies scattered
On rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my
a declaration, not a joke
My cave has no shadow of a doubt
Being held by this man like Plato's
Leave me alone when I say so
I'm carving away because Art is
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
to endure
Go and match the fabric
So let me open this door
This is magic baby
Go and have it baby
Man what that fool said man
He said
We walked by and he was
Breakdown steel Banglez
Presents breakdown
I know what you really is
Everyone wants to be the greaziest
You might think that them man are hard
But
had it
March student Madness do it with class
It's only right I make classics
Send me the white gold I will track it
Popped up like it's magic
to know just how you feel
You want me there when'er you turnin 50 shades of teal
You want a man but I got plans
to make some gold out of a couple hunned
the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked â??reeferâ?? back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that
even fire turns to ash
Your gold is another man's trash
Harsh reality, my homie died today
I just seen him last week, subtract another friend
My brother
cash out
Aint fuckin with the crew, man i’m upset
Shawty in my dm’s, say i’m up next
Bella sleepin by my side, and she always down to ride
I been Makin
The abandoned road
by the ruin of distant empire
tranported from earth to welkin
the magic ore
forged by angels
and returned to man
as key
Kendrick take one
What can I say?
I mean really, what can we say?
Day by day, season by season, twenty
To be exact
Growing up watching him paint murals
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