Lyrics:
on the block and i'm surrounded by crime)
yo, aiyyo, shit, yo, check the drama, that was my little nigga hama
he said he just got some power-you from
sidekick
I be with Shawn all the time but I never been with Shawn Michaels
And I'm really tryna win cause currently, I got No Titles
(I be with Shawn all
be
Quarantine got me fucked up
Remember the time I was locked Up
Not gonna lie this is just the same
Using your mind just to play the Game
Young Shawn
on the town, reckless abandon he's been bullied before
But now he straps, and no more
Attitude high
Flexin on every guy that walk by
But don't
scholars and drop outs
Fuck with either one you get knocked out
They gone wait til its dark then they pop out
I call him Shawn Carter got rocks now
My nigga
the last time I got, jumped I didn't heal quick
She got her brother up, North who used to deal bricks
Until he got up in some shit, he keep a full clip
Try me you'll bleed
I let it rip empty the clip
Run up you'll die in these streets
[Verse 2 - Shawn Jay]
Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental
You can
Crush by the lite- (Victoriouz)
New shit, man
Tearin' the streets up
It's your boy Lil Durk tunin' in with DJ Victoriouz, man (my nigga Lil Durk)
K, yeah, Paris Shawn, you know what I mean
Now we back nigga, S-Wave, shout out to my nigga S-Wave
Got my nigga NJ, yeah
Jep, Paris Shawn, nigga
Let
INTRO
98
Yeah SHAWN E
Yo I had to do this shit
I had to it my own way
Only the real ones by my side
IRIS
HOOK
Day by day chasin’ that money
hand went up
Baby now you got a roomful of honest opinions
You can take it or leave it"
He leaves it either betrayed or bemused
It's always difficult
taggin' along
With a flashy nigga bragging on the song
She gets a glimpse of Shawn and she likes that
He 2-ways her, so she writes back
Smiley faces
my baby, let's just make it
I got my Gaga 9-7 on right now
Lady (you gotta puff a J to this one
Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy)
You're so
my baby, let's just make it
I got my Gaga 9-7 on right now
Lady (you gotta puff a J to this one
Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy)
You're so
Negative thoughts of mine I think of em all the time
I have nightmares & visions of me dying
Like Shawn White I gotta stay up on my grind
I gotta son
got an F&N
Pulled up on me poppin', but he won't pull up and pop again
I don't care 'bout who he is or who his kin, just do him in
Cold, dark pool,
White and Matt McDougall
My first manager was Derek Lejeune and that lasted one afternoon
But he got me my first show at a place called Café Au Lait
that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uh
Think there's been a murder-era-ah-ha-ah
I ah, think there's been a
I, I think
a nation's Declaration stealing
He was drawn, quartered, choked Shot and drowned
He fell on a sword
Got smoked and bound
Dismembered, betrayed, stabbed Strung
He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign
Here come Little Slug from the Maple block
Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock
And now my
taggin' along
With a flashy n**** bragging on the song
She gets a glimpse of Shawn and she likes that
He 2-ways her, so she writes back
Smiley faces
hold a block and push the rock, Shawn Carter
Bitches on my dick cause my skin real darker
Got a yellow bitch and The Devil Wears Prada
Got the narcs
I was driving in my proton, supposed to be at shawn's place
To meet this hot entre with blonde braids, until I got stopped at a road-block
A cop with
Audio from emergency services call
Who abducted you? Shawn Grate
You said Shawn Green? Shawn Grate
Where's he at now? Asleep
Where is he sleeping at?
.jpg/218px-Elle_McLemore_in_C-17_Globemaster_III_(cropped).jpg "Elle McLemore")
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