Lyrics:
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
feet
Ball like I'm Kobe cus he was a G, when I was twelve I ain't got no jeans
She told me I got a millionaire gene, got like a hunnid tricks up in my
love by name when I wrote it to you in a song
Our love goes on and on
Our love our love
Kafka in his letters to his lover Milena was alive
But he was
wrote on the disc
Thelonius, my description is doo-rags, pants sag down to my feet
AK is my heat, everyday in the street 'til I lay six feet
QB, PJs,
the one He wrote for me is better than my own
My story's written by the hands of God
My happy ending ends with you
Pay no attention to every page where
Yes that’s my son
And indeed he’s taken to music
And I’m very proud of that because I wish
I had those kinds of creative skills
The lyrics are
the author's last name
(oh) Are you really looking for
Books just by Judy Bloom
Orare there any particular
I guess I'd be open for suggestions
Sarah do you have
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
his nose
His name in the paperwork, nigga, he told
Come back to the block when you bold, get hit with a pole (gang)
Ball on the back of the stick
he knows it's a P-ting
Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting
Like "Yo boss it's me again
Yes it's me again" show me your new Ed
My garments, cost
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
wrote a letter to my home.
It was just the other day
I was drinkin' on my pay
When I met an old friend I used to know.
He said your mother's dead
with a name
So don't ever be jealous
Today I wrote this letter to my unborn
You're about to be born
So I know god is real
I just want you to know how I
somebody callin'
Uh huh, he yell my name ,Waz up?
we gon' be brawlin?
Hell yeah, let say we out
Uh huh, somin' go down, uh huh
five o around, oh oh, you
fuckin' chain and
What's my name, women call me Retchy
Fellas call me Retch goin' stupid
Shoutout to the ones who thought
That I was next he only hard
crack
With my Timbs on I ain't Hov he off that
I'm trying to get some more work
And trying to re off that
I got kids to feed nigga
And they eat off that
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
this
Honestly ion think he got the name for it
Industry plants they been rich they just paid for it
Look in my eyes you can tell that I’m made for this
And he doin' this
My name is Marshall
I'm reppin' that motherfuckin' Motor City, bitch
I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet
Began
where it hurts
They keep their ears closed
One man said "Boy, I dig your stuff,
I want you to come play in my club
I'll put your name in lights up above,
bap
Wanted to rock a crowd and he taught me how to do that
Student of the game
I'm just a student of the game huh?
But don't nobody know my name
I'm
in my pot, start
To mix it, when I spit it's like down B
My bars will drop hard
Yeah I've been popping villains
Man I feel just like a rockstar!
I stop
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