Lyrics:
a group of men
With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in
For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds
Sometimes I focus on the dough
Look at these bills I got
This is a message for some rappers trying to steal my spot
You niggas famous on the internet
I'm
bitches often, kush plug in Austin
Serve good candy and I can't tell you what he taught me
But plain ain't simple I'mma die a real nigga
If you pussy's ever
I'm a king by blood a soldier by nature
I'm somethin' like a threat to y'all space cadets
Cause you never met brother nothin' like me yet
So push
you dont say
She be lookin' real good, that's my young thang
Finger in the web of this cold game
Passenger of the dance of the soul train
Dance for
Told her I ain't got no plans
I ain't into making friends, she want a mate for real
But this ain't make believe
One wrong step then you hating me
Ducking
Angelou she always kept it real
See I wanna make you feel it deep Down in your soul like a home cooked meal
I'm talkin soul food
I'm talkin high quality
into my life
You made my jagged edges smooth
You made my direction so clear and you aw woman
You became my purpose my reason for livin' girl
You
into my life
You made my jagged edges smooth
You made my direction so clear and you aw woman
You became my purpose my reason for livin' girl
You
into my life
You made my jagged edges smooth
You made my direction so clear and you aw woman
You became my purpose my reason for livin' girl
You see
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
the wayside, chasing highs
That's a wave for real, ya hair done ya pay ya bills
Don't need a man for nothin' I can change the way you feel
You get more likes in
You missed the exit to my inner state
I got a bitter taste for a bitter taste
So administrate some sugar cane
I want something real not minuet made
Ferguson days on Castro
Wasn't no cash flow
But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's
I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul
and the dick hard
Now, if you with me
Pour a glass and drink with a nigga, you know what I mean?
I ain't tryna turn you all niggas into alcohols, alcoholics
souping bitches like
Don Juan, young goldie
This presidential was a 40
That bitch you love best she know me
That nigga flexin' probably owe me
Nah for real
Lost soul
Broken in a piece
You had a piece of you looking like a pothole
Running over cemented and gunned over
Hunted for a bank roll
Carried
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
a fine artist
That’s a really difficult
Profession to get into, to be respected in
To make money at maybe the goal
For some of the people was
Just to work
you barely suffered you could never love us
How many people you robbed in december
You falling for pressure, my brothers getting a bag just to fake love
cousin twenty five and
Got twenty five life in the sack
25K the man see the vultures? fuck ya
Birds of feather
Butter bread thats spread by brothers
If you
real
Don't disturb this groove
Erotic whispers for the listener
Let the music fill the air
Excuse me for the moment
I'm at a loss for words
By elation,
cry for the fame?
Did you pour out for the pain?
I've been around this world so many times, I
It's love and loyalty, by any means
I've been around
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