Lyrics:
This is insane
Literally like, I'm scaring myself
Freedom by Heartboy beat
Let's get it. Yeah
One time for the nights I cried (Cried)
Two times for
another corner
I go down a corridor
And I see this guy
He must be about one hundred foot tall
And he only has one eye
He asks me for my autograph
I
Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying Daddy you better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine
Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying Daddy you better go back again
Cause it must be a mighty fine
on deaf ear? One must be absurd
Holy Spirit the comforter He be calming your nerves
The Earth is The Lords Can't purchase the cross the work that it costs
bands n**** (Wh-wha-what)
Bitch it's OTL that be the gang (Huh) these VV's drippin on my neck
Just peep the diamonds on my chain this shit too easy n****
feel like Dray that mean I be with shooters call up Klay
Alright no unky tweak out when its beef he ain't gon' spray
Shoot the three send him to Jesus
own
So I think it's safe to say
I'll be by myself at the end of the day
But for tonight it's okay
Because for the night bring in the day
And you look
all)
Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak?
Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets,
get you removed
Real gangster, kidnap your goons
Twenty bands and have it by noon
Back then, had fiends on the moon
I'm why your mom was heating up
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it
the first giant to fall
(Oh yeah)
Speak like they Babel
The stable gon' be lookin' like it's Troy
(Like it's Troy)
Gepetto gon' feel like a toy, toy toy
It is time to clear the great brush good Hutu's of Rwanda
We must cut the tall trees
Cut all tall trees down!
When I step in the building, show my
a neighbour's house
One must grow suspicious
Nyatefei wonye be amenutoe yorna efe akple kor be akple koe
It is true that one can only identify and call a mussel
of bricks and carry it for a lifetime
while he can relieve the pain by just going home and writing a rhyme?
at that point he pulls her close, whispers "I love
Something about him
Must be like a dream or it’s something ate
Can’t think straight, he’s too great, what a state, can’t wait for this something about him
It started in ‘98
The first beat that little heart made
That first 6/8 created by Carvel Ray
On that sequence since he was a fetus
He fought through
Yak, Polo, Tick, and Unfoonk
Free the fathers raising kids and missed by they mamas
Free B, free Roscoe, free Bobby Hunt
This is not a gang, these is
those dishes right
I shouldn't have to ask to do it
Read between the lines
I didn't even mean to whoop him
He just caught me by surprise
Clean that mess
But anyways, so how was your day?
No, I wanna be in it
It's not meant for you, it's meant for him
Nah, my day was straight
I just saw a foreign,
Crazy to think that twenty years with you is all I'd have
Time flew by fast, I'd rewind if I could
If I could look God in the face and ask him why then I
gat that for you to be noticed
Borrowing most things
Keeping this the life up can be so exhausting
I know you lost it
The likes and the comment
Must of got cut off
I start off by writing you a letter
It’s got me feeling better
Sweating through a sweater
Getting to old for this inks being
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
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