Lyrics:
a homicide
This shit ain’t right
Niggas is about to fight
So I’m looking to my left to see if he’s alright
Yea I’m feelin bitter
I don’t want my niggas dead
weak
I told you girl I'm what you want
Not what you need
I broke your heart I left you mad and that's on me
Pop a pill I crack seal I feel complete
I
I left the world, I'm on a journey to another place
Give me the kingdom, you can keep this dirty rotten place
I'm I'm I'm representin' that
Im your worst nightmare
Don't come right, You get left right here
Every year still gon be my year
Comin' back stronger and we got mo drank
High off
"Look, I was gonna go easy on
You not to hurt your feelings"
"But I'm only going to get this one chance"
"Something's wrong, I can feel it"
Six
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders
Crack boulders with the
One Inch Punch
Or, like
Ip Man
Surrounded by, ten men
I hold
The martial
new bars
Influenced by many but I'm a whole new star, yeah
There's levels to this but I'm a whole new floor
They talkin' keys to success but I'm
at the strong ass people
I keep by my side
If I cannot go left
Then I'ma go right, right, right
(Right, right, right)
When she sip she want it all
I pray to God
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
like my name Tyson (Tyson)
Hit your ass so hard like a damn bison
Ohhh my God
Jesus Christ, man, you hit 'em so hard
You left a mark on his right chin
With no screws left it's like my head is now hollow
I'm so crazy seems like my own shadow's scared to follow
Ain't that a bitch, 1-O caught up in
I'm a
They look at me like I'm a
Like I can do it by myself
But I can go the fucking hardest
I can do it for myself
I can do it for myself
I can do it
Time done flew yet pain remain
Why do shit feel this way
Do right by god, been actin proper
My karma never changed
My life left in the hands of God
Cut the strings, feel your heart start
Cut the cord
Crack this code of silence
All our lives in the hands of tyrants
Crushed by the fists of god
Cut the strings, feel your heart start
Cut the cord
Crack this code of silence
All our lives in the hands of tyrants
Crushed by the fists of god
quarterback
To rub my back, run it back
Don't hold back, crack, crack
I'm in your heart, your body
I'll piece it apart
I'm homeless by option, no option
I'm
the drop for the low
First, I'ma tell you how this go
Your ho (yeah) , she suckin' dick for the low
Go get you so money, you broke
No, I'm not your friend
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist
[ VERSE 2 ]
Boom bam, I drop fat slang
When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game
When I
homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but head back
uh, street smart niggas got left back
Some died, they left stacks
Me, I ball right
that I'm sprung
Like T-Pain said back in '05
But it's my life
And you look nice
And you right
By my side
I can tell from the hate in their eyes
They
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon' survive now?
Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no
I ain't left the spaceship holding down
Theyou will running down the
Higher than your average grind
The snoop wonder my pistol still illegal
Cause I'm
glasses at
I'm going to throw a tantrum damn bruh I don't usually get this mad
I just fucking had them they ain't at the place where I left them at
How am I
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