Lyrics:
spitting henna (routine)
Egyptian 2am7y classy fella (I mean)
Laying rhymes down serene (I dabble)
3al Hady whipping it clean (no saddle)
Son of the Nile
Yeah man!
We dreamin out here man we dreamin
We livin though
We goin be living proof though thats by anymeans
Gotta make it home that's by any
trespassing
Any questions let them goons ask it Got my assassins just laying in the cut
Sharp shooters that'll blast in a Minute
So please don't get it fucked
tell the people to move back farther
I'm at the finish line and ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows
at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord,
Knees dropped to the floor, will I be mourned
Feel I'm in a movie and brought down by the force
Downed a few beers now I'm laying on the porch
I don't
get down I'm clicking my blicky when ops is around
We gon' shake up the town You play with the gang and we laying you down
Uh, shorty gon' shake it
Always stayed the night
Crushing Xan's to lines
Laying outside
Looking up at the sky
Yeah
it felt nice to have u by my side
Yeah
I know you're down
We've all been hurt by love
It's out of our hands
But for all it's worth
I'm drawing a line that's in the sand
Another morning just won't do
I
make it so hard for a man to provide
You better get wit it, or stand to the side
And the story line goes on
Right to left, who's right who's wrong
Fuck
to break the rules
Why's it always happen, when I get this way?
Just can't stop myself, so baby tonight
I'm blowing up your line
I got you on my mind
’s Young Money)
It’s Young Money we make money
Biatch
Eagle street where them twenty’s go for 25
Bitch I’m a boss I got ya
Ho in my assembly line
Here’s
On the real, it's going down
Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down
[Trae]
I'm finna to make you feel my wrath
Fucking guerilla niggaz, living
else in love with you
And I deserve to know
You've been laying our
Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I see her in your eyes
Love
something
Everything I have I worked for
Yet he demands some more
When If it wasn't for me
he would be laying dead on the floor
Tired of disrespect, of his
like this?
Played the cards, I was dealt
Beat the odds, believe in myself
Bang my line, when you need some help
By your side, you don't need nobody else
I can't get mad at you
Cause I'm so goddamn happy for you
But it's over
I just need to find my composure
I ain't got you here to be laying on my
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
combined (miss that by the wanted, no)
Fear creeps over me
Pupils dilate
Pale I become now
Face with wild hate
What is it?
Impairing me
Daring me
me where it ends
We've been putting in time
But it's hard to hold the line
So we played that game, run that race, and we fought that war
I kept up
and laying down
cre ways to take a stand
Have you sung a song for freedom?
Or marched that picket line?
Have you been to jail for justice?
Then you're a friend
but now you've gotta wait in line
You tried to play me had me thinking you were ride or die
Had me thinking it was you and me forever
But you changed
Sat down with the poker face
The snake eyes and your pillowcase
The hands holding the triple ace
Are laying down the cards
She said it without
fall by your side
?
Were laying in the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in
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