Lyrics:
the same
I hear them voices in my head
Rainy days hung me by the thread
How many prayers to keep my worries dead
Hard to take a walk that’s on the road
is)
When a nigga ride by ya (By ya)
Ratchet niggas all with me (Wit me)
Man they might fire (Fire)
Smoking on that fire (Fire)
Through my supplier
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
open your eyes
Baby girl from Illadel hear to enhance your lives
Doubted my skills, bet you mad now, shoulda snatched me up
I'm in L.A. now with Dre
here will
Heat ya speaker
Missile seeker
Your flow weaker
Mine's a keeper
Woo! I ain't getting no sleep
Too many philosophical thoughts be passing me by
give it to ya all
Nah how you feel
slow to speak, quick to hear
Tell me how you feel
My fathers works
I'm in his will
Everything's all G
Yeah that's how
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
talk to me
ill be waitin on you dawg at the office peace)
Now im thinkin hard as i walk ot my house
the fuck have i done now, what could he be talkin
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
take it with ya"
I look up, it's just me standin' in the mirror
These fuckin' walls must be talkin', 'cause man I can hear 'em
They're sayin', "You
Coming up from the fog
Firing, hear the tire screech
And i'm rioting so don't fuck with me cause
I'm like a cretin
Yes i'm a demon
4 lit like B.o.B
Talkin
wonder, baby, I wonder, would you just
Put your sweats on, put your sweats on for me, yeah
'Cause I got the plug, I made the call for green
I'm talkin
Been tried by the fire came out pure gold
I'm on that new level
Let your light shine let your soul glow
I'm on that new level
Had to learn
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
wit' I
I make a million by June
I'm sayin' f*** July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin' da Tommy
I'm a have ya body all over da lobby
I
sincerely fuck you up severly by the yearly
Keep the sky clearly
I'm straight from the seventies
Mockneck colors wit ya bitch ass disappearance
Give me
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
Somewhere paying my dues (Paying my dues)
The only way to make it out is
Just by playing by the rules
(Playing by the rules)
But you know me I’m playing for
you hear it, you gone feel it, uplifting in your spirit
Music so melodic we celebrate and we cheer it
Move ya body to it! Grooving to the bass line...
Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit
Wouldn't gon' work in ya
Yeah
For the ouijas of sin is death
For the gift of god is eternal life
Still they sendin me these bottles of bub
Ya not see it
But I will open the minds of thugs
Ya not see it
Who you think really bring in the drugs
Ya not
to the club
A bitch throwin it up
Takin a shot
Now my tummy
On touch
But ion give
A fuck
I keep fuckin it up
You bitches stay
Mad
AHA
Talkin ya shit
All I hear
Yuh, Yuh
Yuh, Li'l Draco on the beat, ya Li'l Draco 'bout to eat
Ya, wake up in the morning, 'fore I go they warn me
Paparazzi swarming, as I start
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
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