Lyrics:
the middle of your body
A little up and to the left your
Blood pumping chunky muscle
Feed it blood feed it dirt
Loving it and it loving me
A kiss in the sun
VNS, Floco
Just got off the video call with my lil' brother
He a lil' ill
He Ain't feeling too well
And I could tell he was hurting
That's my brother
my soul
I'm swimming up a stream of molasses
Tomorrow is tomorrow's tomorrow in a casket
It never comes til' the day of death
The time that I borrowed
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
the dealio
Praise be the helio
"Yo but for really though"
If you don't believe me by now
I can send you the video
(Shit, just fucking tired of telling
It was my First day of school
January '02
Seen this nigga with curly hair
Had them hoes by the two
Raised my hand for the roll call
Niggas knew I
Cee-Rock ""The Fury"" is here - an international rhyme machine
Take a little ride in my time machine
No need to hide 'em - Let's dig into my memory
a whaaburger and some french cries
How ’bout a whineakin? You little sissy boy
God damn James Charles what you
Want a round 2 for?
Thought he had a plan to get
gonna do, sue me
By all means, man
That would be ultra neato
Bring me free publicity
As it is, I've got to generate it all
Juggle and eat fire
checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time
checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time
checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time
outlined in chalk
They went from forties to the champagne court
Videos and true lies makin' all the birds squalk
Little girls butt naked so the president's
gots to cook coke in the kitchen
Police everywhere like
Grindin' brothers up on street sweeps
You guilty by association
Raise bail, don't give 'em no
crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my
show off, show off, fucking with the right vet
(JFK) Working on my Kennedy tan
I'm a little smarter, boy, know of my enemies plan
Understand Lucky 7,
the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
But this was the real deal, this ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie with a oozie
Now me and Silkk got to ride
plead
I must say I'm befuddled by Queens
I get St. Paddy's Day is a big thing
But to take all caution and give it a fling
To the side is all is simply
with
The way my verses stick 16's just a standard clip
And by the time you try to go back
It's too late to rewind them lines and folks celebrating a damn
to spit
I'm indirectly
Filming death scenes
While killing sentrys
In the twentieth entry
Of the year I'm entering
Two fuckin' decades and the message
impressed by the cost I can serve it to the Fiends
Getting dressed don't cost when you own everything
Ima blessed up broke boy all my people eat
Ima blessed
was meant to see (See)
One thing im meant to be is me (Me)
Done enough walking
Tired of the talking
Not a Vine video
But I'ma put em in a coffin
his videos on MTV
Now I'm bumping beats and lyrics by me
And I just can't believe it kills me to see
Me growing up and Eminem turning shitty
I'm like
to see what it feels in me
And you know death is coming soon so I
Ain’t afraid of nothing when it trouble dude
Yeah I record it, yeah I just sort it, yeah
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