Lyrics:
Mister Charlie Lindbergh, he flew to old Berlin
Got 'im a big Iron Cross, and he flew right back again
To Washington, Washington
Misses Charlie
brung it through
Swear to God if you flex imma punish you
25% on the tent, on a rental coupe
Yeah I'm from the Noya
Off that Ugly Corner Avenue
Ain't
will lock you in the deepest of dungeon
Take away from my periods, leave me by myself
Life is all I got, compatible with my health
Hate by a lot, love
nappy and too harsh
Strike 3, you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just another black man in America
Alone he stands this man from
as a general's mind
When he's approaching war
Yeah, I'm getting better with time
I'm tryna focus more
I got a veterans grind, I'm tryna open doors
Public enemy
gone
He made a break for the car and now the chase is on
Rollin up the Avenue high speed chase, yes
Caddy was back but my Benz was in his face
Left
ninety-three I'm still bein me
You think my 'fridgerator ain't full of Olde E? Huh
A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie
Yeah I went from rags
transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable
(Rhythm)
No currency, peace is what I'm maintaining,
So currently green ain't what I been chasing,
You know what I do? I just stay silent feel
Look at god won't he do it touched by angels Della Reese
Look at god won't he do it touched by angels Della Reese
Look at god won't he do it touched
"Shouts to homy i don't know, man
Y’all niggas did that shit justice but I
Got to spit to this shit
(projects so fuck it though, bullshit) "
Wrote
the same whether we are or ain't from the streets
This situation was a mountain to climb
The past is the past and I promise I'm fine
Now sit back on your
you ain't coming close
Protected by the peace and love
All my powers come from up above
I ain't gotta hate on another brother
Doing stupid stuff, you
Got the women telling me that I ain't cute
But my Mom thinks I am so bitch fuck you
I got mad swag
I got hella ice
2 bags from the Irving just to be
excuse
His name's Akin
An orphan, ain't got many friends
Suit's Benaz, she stays low key in the ends
He's not the usual wannabe macho
Guy with the Benz
the logo from them boys who won championships
I gotta create shit
Create my own shot like I’m Irving
So I’m bullet curving to the max
Gonna hit up a Max
stop me the way I run this game it's like monopoly
I'm from Minnesota not state but the avenue
Always been loner by myself so I ain't have to choose
Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends huh
I've been that route too many times
If I ain't stabbed in
to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
To come original it ain't nothin' strange
You got to represent you got come full range
Full range
to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
To come original it ain't nothin' strange
You got to represent you got come full range
Full range
like I'm the greatest indisputable
Ayy, lil bro got twin glocks like Zack and Cody
Lil DJ, he'll hit your block, all by his doley
Get the fuck off of my
then I noticed
That people were my color were
Comin’ up the shortest
Life ain’t cool for a young
Soldier stuck on the streets
He got mail on his mind
And just for your info we ain't in Iraq nah
G they think they're big tell em' no
They got a long way to make it to a pro
We're dangerous from bars and
Flows
sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love
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