Lyrics:
Since then the better version of me rise
I am the boy, I ain't like one of you guys
No type of yes man, I peep all of the lies
Even if they gone, legends
years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
Cause like Ann
years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
Cause like Ann
that shoot up clubs
Make albums that click more than little drugs
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down
you doing more than any other
So much pressure is always on me
I feel like people want me to do something all the time
When is there ever some time for
Mohli sme zarobiť jak Take
That alebo Backstreet Boys
Asi mi neostáva nič len kopať besný flow
Tato aj tak vypytuje cédéčká
Máti vypytujé cédečká
S hudbou
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (ay Mary kick that shit)
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die
A nigga with a divine mind
I dedicate this
feature will get you views like Mia Khalifa porn subscription
Not only rhymes But your face is whack
You whole head is lookin’ worse than the beat version
of more interest
To the religious than anything sustaining
So long as the lies and deceit can be entertaining
So degrading, raping the whole meaning
It was
that I killed more
How many doing it better than me as a side hobby I implore
Real skinny but I see myself in a wide body I'll fit more
Brag about your
Than a pornhub compilation
Can't deny
That the boy style intoxicating
I made it far because of God
I ain't sold to Satan
Yeah I'm reppin for my county
Many nights, I’ve been out with the boys
In backstreets getting high and bloodshot
As you’re being surrounded by white noise
Waiting for me to get
from the ceiling
It's more than a feeling
I've used the battery up
Nowhere to jump
Kinda like lookin' like a ninja
Quiet type: writer by a fire
left your barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
Home boy, I tap dance on the clouds
Who, who, who is it?
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
a fool
I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school
Shot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed
That's the foundation upon
Confidence, confidence, every young boy need dat confidence
Tell me what to do to build that confidence
Gotta go through to feel dat confidence
to those feeling stained
Know your tomorrow isn't tarnished
Power to those that sweep the streets
With more knowledge than PhD's
Power to those that keep
Yeah
She told me she wish this the last thing
I told her I ain't care bout that
I told her I'd make a family yeah
Caught in the backstreets with
than they appear
And the truth can be hard to swallow, depends on the size of the pill
And by the looks it's about the time that you had your
the backseat
A few hundred pounds to the backstreets
A few hundred thou', they thought shit was sweet
Now we got more firepower than the local PDs
Bring it in
Once upon a time there was a brotha named Kastro
Had a little problem with his cash flow
More than once his friend'd tell me he had
case that's Bing Crosby themed
A cross between Nas and Gene Krupa
My team super
You's an oompa loompa
Whose sweeter than a Chupa Chup bruh
Know what you
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