Lyrics:
in the border fires, in the humming wires,
Hey man you know you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills past the stacks
skirt, two trucks
Nine deep
Yo spot hoot it up Ia in't talkin' IV
My swagg is contagious
I prayed to God for courage (what did he do)
He made courageous
I
gon' stop on by
Tell them boys to fall in line, yeah yeah
They only hit my line, when they know it's go time
Fuck niggas flaws and rumors, three things
lie in the border fires in the humming wires
Well, you know You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past
up at uncle Slayton's cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talking and he's just
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Oh, he know the way that I take
And when he has tried me,
I shall come forth as pure gold
Have you been tried in the fire?
Have you been tried in
one time then pass it to bro
Been telling ski that he got no chill cuh
He’s still tryna tryna get in the club w Smoke
Bally on, latex, hoods
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
still (steel)
In the field trippin'
Did I mention? Our hoods really at war
And this is somethin' we can settle y'all
You know, at a little comedy show we
liked his joke; but still, goldarn his eyes,
A man had ought to consider his mates in the way he goes and dies."
Have you ever stood in an Arctic hut
of Betsy
I know the whole world on first name basis
But still I get ignored by friends in high places
The chase is on, I gots ta get paid
I'm special
a keep on bringing this heat /I got fire under feet yeah /Jesus down in my soul /I'm just reaping all that I sow /your the only one that I owe /take him
Illinois
His daughter was his jewel; his son was just his boy
For thirty years he worked the mills and stoked the coke-fed fires
And looked toward the day
through the Fire
I Been through the rain
Search Up In My Soul you gone feel all pain
Tryna make a difference I'm gonna make a change
By the end of the day
many rhymes
So ready
Aim
Fire
I steady supply
Plenty enemies scope me
The want me dead or alive
My pen never hits empty
Vengeance has kept me in line
lanes)
I'm tryna duck lames, a legend in the drug game (in the dope game)
Rolodex look, Manny OT, buggin' (I'm outta town)
Half a mill' tucked in
the gizzard
With a little bit of last night's dinner, liver
Standby for the clan by the river
Built ramps in summer, tanned hides in the winter, anti-winner
station
I wanted to put my arms around it
But the conductor looked at me funny
So we had to say goodbye and leave
The monopoly board still in
station
I wanted to put my arms around it
But the conductor looked at me funny
So we had to say goodbye and leave
The monopoly board still in
bus in the parking lot
In a panic, the Reverend Dr. White
Called up an ex-member that hadn't lived right
He owned Joe's Beer Joint right across
a mansion with mad room
She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
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