Lyrics:
giving
6 weeks later Grenfell burnt down
All them kids and woman
If you watch them videos from inside
Oh my God it’s chilling
Don’t expect no justice in
this
She ain't getting no sympathy
Know the same thing goes for the backstabbing niggas in the industry
Hell nah you know these niggas ain't kin to me
with other feathers
You know
Support the artists, it's crazy in 2020 as soon as it came
Forecast crashed and for 20 weeks a monsoon and the rain
the gummy
From a 40 hour week to blow it all just like a junky
But maybe I'm presumpting
I'm jumping to conclusions
Like the way you always do
When I say I
Two weeks ago, I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"Hey yo, Ice We don't think you're down
What set ya claiming?"
E
back[00:55.58]If you ain't got more than a grand, that's a week stack[00:58.50]I just ran up 11 grand in a week, facts[01:02.07]Damn, I'm really turnt for
never
Reach the same peak
Cause you never switch it up
Meaning you a Game Freak (Let's go)
I could do this all week
Better yet I won't stop
Pockets so
will fall into the incomplete
Carry me
Carry me across the ocean of defeat
But the truth was this wasn't the first time
I've been stabbed in the back by
of a man and his wife.
That he'll be by her side the rest of her life.
But into their life, some rain will spill
And he'll break he will, ah, yes, he will.
a post-postmodern romance at its very best
(At its very best)
Don't know if I'm drawn in by your body
Or your mystery, or the way you carry yourself up and down
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
weeks got new fits like a toddler
You don't got to carry drac because you started from the bottom
Just put in a E for effort promise you gone blossom
the devil up, this industry, we fucking up
Broken is a place for the weak, I swear I've been laced for a week
Man, you gotta play it backwards just to hear
to be the problem and the problem's gotta go
If you read it on a hashtag it's got to be a given
When it's written by a footballer who's slept with seven
Babydoll, I'm on it
I can't lie, you fine
I want it
Eyes and thighs
Your mind, I love it
Don't mind my smile
Like goddamn honey
Carry 45's
Got a diamond
brothers in hell
Burn
But you were here too and you saw it all for yourself
How beautifully drawn pictures
Were shredded by the claws of beasts
Laughing
20 million no come out we go kill you by next week
Me wey Dey ball Dey thank God say we don Dey Friday dis week
Na that time I truly feel!
I
Ooh, yo, I go by the name LTR man, straight out the west, you don't feel, yes sir
Man I been here really so I'ma talk about life, if you ever get
left your barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people
like us
Bro I've been trying to resist
But I'm curious as hell
Said I should get a taste
See what the fuss is about
Time of the week, time of the hour
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
you been here
Not this, my nigga, you ain't here
Big boss, I made your heart heavy
Can't stop me, can't carry me, baby
Life ain't easy sober, we
Uh uh, perfect for me
Uh uh
I was in hell for three straight weeks
Cause’ you ain’t by my side
I miss the words that angel speak
Don’t need anything
Where you come from
Where you going to
If it drops what the hell are you gunna do
Someone at your block threaten you what you gunna do
Cus everybody
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