Lyrics:
diamond live in the stars
Touching the moon fighting like Zeus, Orion
Back in it this a mad level up Mario mushroom I'm growing up
Time slowing no it's my
a hater no mo'
How can you live you life when you know you are a hoe?
I'm Dr. Real Phil, I'm here to help you let go
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't
of remedies
One by one your family
Members erased like Kennedys
I’m a rapper slash producer slash terrorist
Slash illuminati grow from ear to ear
I’m
offended this applies to you
I'm thinking its bout time I provide the truth
Steady chasing after my dream that's a live pursuit
Each and every time I spit it
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in this booth coz I was born for this I break a rapper neck like how I do with promises, I'm like the bomb and shit,dont you touch that timer on that
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
So I'm taking all of the shots I wont pass a thing
I'm Ballin by myself I ain't next to yall
Crown seating heavy yeah it tilt but it never fall
Only
the truth
Still standing too dope to pass a physical
I'm transcending past the physical
This is forever the spitten word is biblical
I live through a verse
no rappers tough as me
That's why they don't fuck with me
They could label this a diss
When the song drop
Cause I'm better than your favorite
Rapper by
of my mind trying to shine like the sun in the sky
It's just because I want attention when I'm sliding by
Medium heavy guess I'm ready to rotate like
fruit punch
I'm an old rapper getting new bucks
And all you new rappers
You're just new lunch
Live from the 504 live from the 504
Live from the 504 live
en a plus d'un qui tuerait la prod...
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TRUE DETECTIVE
The beat died at 2:04 a.m.
Last clap, no witnesses to the crime, none
I'm
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
burn
Turn rappers into ashes when they're slain, cause it's what you urn/earn//
(interlude 1)
Call it shadowboxing, beating down your reflection
Put you
Last Time I checked Bk was the hood
Last Time I checked Bankhead was the hood
Last Time I checked Harlem was the hood
But them rappers don't live
Yeah
Ils disent que j'suis un rapper
So I guess I gotta rap
Ils disent que j'fais des bangers
So celle-là faudrait qu'elle slap
Jeune Doble Effe
these rappers on Instagram spending 30K on these jets
I daydream about paper plane 'til it hit me right in my chest
Ooh, ooh, bidda-bop-bop
They not
Fast lanin, but the car flipped
I'm not gonna lie to ya, cause I don't lie
I just kick thick game, some people say: why?
Cause I'm back on the block,
illiterate ignorant critical dissed it
Every idiot that ain't live it, they talking shit
I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my dick
[Chorus]
[J-Live
funny honey really I’m classy little Barb
But I am eating rappers like my body’s needing carbs
I tell Black Lives Matter when you pull out the Black
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