Lyrics:
little bit of the profit
Gifted back up in it like I whip it and I park it
Admit it I'ma finish you all let's get it started
I'm out this place, I'm out
Tallest and strongest of all the inhabitants .
I can stand up
against any wild wind
this little storm throws at me, huh?
We are slim and pliable.
We, don't
the grime, and we dance to a very different drum
Once upon a time a time that was not long ago
there lived a little boy infected by the evils of this world
Yo
through the eye of the hurricane
the world on my shoulders while I'm trying to stomach pain
coz you know this world is cut throat
man are
son
No word of a little lie, son
I'm perfect
Like Street Fighter 4
What you think they call man the street fighter for?
Man a steppin' up
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
pops off
Then we'll be side-by-side, obvy
I wish you all the best
But that's never life's story
Cos if Whitney was the moral
How would you define Bobby?
gymnastics
Everything I got, he want it
Thinkin' I might put a fee on it
Pull up, big car with a B
On it, everything I do, see monkey
This little bitch
She
by the scorn, lusting black body porn
Massa Brown babies scattered round like corn
Henrietta lacks eve gene what I'm on
We some super blacks DC b-more
(grains rise)
And when it rains, it pours
And I'm just sayin', something you should prepare for
Overcast skies getting darker by the minute
Better find
wondered how we'd ever get by without it,
cnd you fell into my arms - sweet and gentle.
Poison in the water, little doubt about it
cnd you said
That one
them shots rain like a puddle hurricane Harvey, I'm on the fly I'm buzzing, like a hive of bees,
And I be like whatever on my Socrates, you mocking me,
This neighborhood has crashed and
burned, I brought death to them all
through a home-made hurricane
Armed with scissors, fire and booze,
I wiped this
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It's goin' down
Boots
son
No word of a little lie, son
I'm perfect
Like Street Fighter 4
What you think they call man the street fighter for?
Man a steppin' up
you up
So you fit into a little box
Ain't nobody's business but your own
When you're trying work with what you got
So let it go
Shut up and don't
ballin bankhead
[x4:]
Louie v bag be dats were the cash be jeans stay saggin million doallar mouthpiece
Catch me flying by in a two seater fitted hat
attack as I react
Just like, human combustion a little something like that
And as I mash I clash purposely
Cause yes indeed I be directly from
Hello, little baby
You're princess just like me
But you're thinking maybe it's a pretty cool thing to be
But soon you'll see that everyone expects
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