Lyrics:
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
could feel the hatred
N***** really use to shoot my vids, and take 3 months to edit
Man I had to pick up the cam & learn with the fam
Now I’m shooting
the proceeding
Eve deceived Adam and got him thrown out of Eden
And Delilah dam Samson should have known
The strongest man blind and whipped, getting crushed by
thankful for the frienship and I hope its never ending
Oh man, you and I go way back
But I wonder if were honest
Is it all just an act
Sometimes you really
man don’t take that from me
We could take it slow,
They don’t gotta know,
Friends or foe came for a show
Everyone around
But still alone, Why
at the cover
Oh come on in closer baby
Hear what else I gotta say
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up
You can't judge sugar by looking
at the cover
Oh come on in closer baby
Hear what else I gotta say
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up
You can't judge sugar by looking
two man cell?) something's in the water
(Something's in the water)
And if I gotta brown nose for some gold
Then I'd rather be a bum than a dumb
Dumb
sentinels and bots
I toast to my fellow oxen mic connected to the aux
Below the levels by a notch I'm over head and headed by the blocks
By the simulated
sentinels and bots
I toast to my fellow oxen mic connected to the aux
Below the levels by a notch I'm over head and headed by the blocks
By the simulated
up out of bounds (mayday)
Surrounded by all these clowns, radio ran it out
Mayday it's man down (mayday)
I'm sick of playing around (mayday)
They
flow like a stream
Stream stream til they scream scream
Lick their pussy like an ice cream
Man, I'm grateful for Coffeezilla for bringing out
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress
[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
schemin' on me? Probably are
Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har
I spit Brook, Brook, Brooklyn every time I bust
Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too
scheamin on me? Probably are
Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har
I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
a toast real close
In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts
Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat
That'll make any nigga, become a meal
your bitch
If you fall off, and ask your mans for help
They gon' tell you, "No
You gotta ask your bitch"
Your man gon' lie and say he don't got it
Your
passing by
Nicky:
No I think it's a guy
All but Princeton:
And a homeless man
Who only wants to
Buy something to eat!
Sorry, can't help you.
We could go
received
Been knew about snakes since Adam and Eve
You gotta watch for the people who tell you to eat from the tree
People always fill my head up with things
keep sniffing the coco
Everything slow cause I smoked
And I'm faded both ways
While I'm solo
Out back by my dolo
Hopin she gon come and check up on me
We
ain't gon' be in there with me at night
The pieces to my puzzle's in my life
With all of my good days and all of my bad
You stood by your man and you know
without you
The truth? Man, doubtful
But every morning I wake
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate
Like how I still fucking love you after all
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