Lyrics:
And who will say that I stayed much too long?
Clothes of sand have covered your face,
Given you meaning but taken my place,
So make your way on down
of makin' a rap classic
12 years old, I put out my first tape, whack shit
Wore baggy hoodies and a toque like B Rabbit
At thirteen, I started acting mean
Like
shoulder
Cuz it’s not safe
Burning hot plate
On ice
Praying that he doesn’t get stopped
On the block by the cops
They be coming for his life
Look
12
re-up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold
I want to take you out for coffee at 12 am in the morning
At 12 am in the morning
12 am in the morning
I had a fight with my anxiety
Living life
him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?
We had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
your rod out when we meet
Tell that bitch, say, "I’m the hardest out
And I agree"
She think I’m 'bout to change her life
Then she wrong
Bitch, I don’t
a part of who your gonna grow to be what will be your destiny So many lanes you can go down but bows the time to work it out
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By being
feel some type of way
If I'm ever distant that's because I Saw your shade
I got my rod and fished it out the Water came my chain
Talking shit behind my
the pacc on the road I drive (I TRAP)
On God (On God)
Niggas know I'm the rave like Rod (Like Rod)
Big raccs I'll pull out a wad (A wad)
Put it all
you too
Ooo
If I can make it through my nigga you can make it too
These niggas out here motherfucking next
That's all I can tell you
So many rods up in this whip, we might fuck around kill the whole gang
I be high as hell from out the perks I be thuggin in my own lane
I be trigger
that music
Let it flow ja ay ja music
We get by when we hear that music
Dark and low that ay ja music
Kick my feet I got laid back music
Mr Dell what we
Only enticed by the things that I like
God will make sure that my spirit contrite
Walk it like I talk it
Even with some empty pockets
I ain't going off
TO GET CAUGHT UP BY SHOTTIES THERE
AN OUT IN FORDY WHERE EBONY SHE GOT KILLED
AN I BE LIKE LAYIN CAUSE IM FILLED
WIT SO MUCH ENVY GOTTA KILL A MAN IF HE
wanna make love
Make love
Make love
This type of music make always help me get by
Get by
Get by
This type of music the only thing that gets me through it
What up, Rippah?
I come from posted on the block with them hot boys
Seven of us ridin' on a bike, totin' them fire rods
I smoke a show, man, how
in
Muted by the system
I speak in english, so they don't fuck about what I'm saying
I can be the bad guy
(This is KDK 12 calling KDK 1)
(This is KDK 12
a cell
I came out the mud but now you can't tell
Me and my dogs yeah we tryna prevail
Praying to god that my music gon sell
Lookin' around but it's me by
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("Oww! I'll go crazy.. just like music")
Make me call my homey on the phone
Like there's somethin new out, that got me in the zone
Just that feelin, got
music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
Music makes the clouds roll by, baby
Your music kissed my tears and set my eyes
Your
their lines again
They're lying again
They're really not lions
They're more like Spider-men
Imma pour it all out
And put it in the music
Tell 'em what I
motherfuckas out there go for bad
That shit played out my brother
I ride by and gun done motherfuckers
Whether friend or foe bro
Steppin' on my toes, your
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