Lyrics:
execution.....
A Psychopathic execution...
It's just a hatchet execution....
A Psychopathic execution...
Man, fuck that, that ain't the end of this shit. I been
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
want it
Show no emotion
My heart is so cold you can pour it
Up up and way, up up and away, up up and away
Yea we pour it by the case, and I’m bout to go
As we take a left turn onto roads that’s dirt
We see a raccoon scurry
And the crows disperse
And up here on the left, my ex-Barber
Jeff shot his wife
Word up Rector!
I wasn't gonna say it again?
Word up, man it's all good!
You don't gotta let us in your little shit!
You got that?
Keep that
Choose Your Character
Make way for the four-man rap
I got Jeff, Alltime, and Night by my back
Gonna make nerdcore history
Flames of lyrics burning
flow that I give them I live by the code and I'll leave her
I'm bigger than the code I'm game genie
Shit is easy these lil bitches need me
And I don't
strangle this kid
That man move got rocked away far like hemmy's
Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth
Learning pussy, john protection, court
to my momma
I was posted up at the trap cause that's where I was vibin'
By the time I was 17 I was in the streets robbin'
I grew up in the trenches nigga
Saying that you need me but you didn't really mean it
Call me when you're high
And when you're feeling low
Got the world up in your hands
But you don't
to get on stage
And once I got a club gig I lied about my age
Just a couple blocks away was the Hollis crew
Run and them used to rock at one ninety two
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
All you niggas copies like a shadow clone
Got the forbidden scrolls, so now you can't scroll by me
Flippin' through the timeline, you can't stop
I
tried to jam me for that blick but I got off
Thirty for my lawyer but that thirty wasn't a lost
Vvs gone shine I keep that guala on my mind
Uh, stars
On the stand got your man in a jam, again
Got my hands in cuff
I'm like god damn enough
I put down the cans and they ran amok
My hairpin pierce skin,
Man I'm telling her to come through
Block 27 got the addy in the mention
Now she bringing all her bredrins
That's what I do
Never learnt my lesson
Honey ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you
I took my troubles down to madame rue
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped
like Jeff Bezos
I just wanted you for a while
I know that you hurt, make you smile
And no one cant compare to you
No you not my number two
Is what you
bitches on my sack I feel like a King
Man these niggas can't fuck with me
C'mon
I don't wanna fall in love because I'm traumatized
Ion even want you by my
the streets
I'm the same nigga that's burning the block
All of y'all know me, I got if you need it
Told you it's cool for being a genius
This is so crazy, don't
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
crummy man
We got to get this money man
(New houses), {got, got to get it}
(Real figures by the thousands), {got, got to get it}
(Big stacks for
Hit you so hard you're Uber got to be a spaceship
I rhyme so smart like a Harvard education
Where the rhythm and flows are the classes that I'm taken
of the ellipsis
An ellipsis is three dots, not two dots
A Greek term that signifies
An unfinished thought
Which is all you've got
Idiots like you just tug away my
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