Lyrics:
never tell me that you don't wanna see me with a crown
Drown downtown and forgot to make a sound
Now i'm big boy with respect in my town
Burned my red
The colour drained from my face
Blue skies turned to grey
Black and white streets in photographs became my every day
Who was I to think that I could
demand
There's not a man can match my blades in all of England
So without hesitation I've wandered far and wide
And I've made my home at Shotley Bridge
corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
Ring around the rosie, I been ridin' with the .40, if you play, you gon' feel that stick, yeah
Pull up to the red light, shawty walk by, lookin' good,
name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now
because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?
Ridin' down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin'
I’m reading their obituaries
Throw the 6 in the sky
Reunite
The devil and Mary ain't nobody can scare me
On that boogie man shit by the way these
a charming young priest in a "close-knit" mid-American
neighborhood. Well-respected by both young & old alike,
he struggles with the constant pressures
my name, that's lyrical tagging
Been talking contrasting colours, red, blue, black and whitish (Ah huh)
Look at extremes of the spectrum, there's
Fancy people like him got their shades on but nothing can protect you from
His 10k fat choppers
Breathe in breathe out time to step into the bullring
3
without
Hey you!
Lets talk under the moonlight
Listen to the radio as we cruise around at night
Hey you!
Let's go sit by the sea-side
Dip our feet in water
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
It ain't easy
Snakes in the grass trying to mislead me
But i see it clear as day i swear this shit's in 3d
I'm my biggest foe my nigga you cannot
need potpourri, these bitches is 0-3
And there ain't a lower league, all in my ovaries
The fur on my shoulder mink, tell me what Hov would think
I get
flowers
There's one single stem red rose
It stood out from the rest the fairest of them all
It made me think of what you asked me
Can you call a rose by
in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
at the stars that drive by,
sucking on cigarettes soaked in cheap red wine.
These things aren't that hard to find.
It's just that I've wasted so much time.
by FedEx way a nigga know yo whereabouts
Ain’t no lifeguard doing cpr but I’ll dive in that water & air you out
Ain’t no hibachi chef but I’ll crack
Tic tac toe
I just made 3 in a row
Kick that door
My Niggas go hit up his home
Whip that dope
Cooking too much over heated the stove
Help me get
things that make me happy
I just want some fried chicken wings, and red beans made by my granny
Rest in peace to my granny
Rest in peace to everybody I
this will, this will be brief
So many holes in your body, you SpongeBob on the back page
That's why this beat was made for a pirate, made by Patchface
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