Lyrics:
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
the truth, I got the boot and it feels cold
But it's funny how my soul was healed by a Black Swan with steel toes
That's why I call her Mrs. Doubtfire
Try
selector
Bounce it, bounce it, smoke by the ounces
Tan leather couches, niggas that own houses (Yeah)
Testing, testing, treat you like a nigga locked down
Them man are so fake, I swear down there so phoney
I won't answer the call, so I beg you man don't phone me
Look I'm so special, that why them
a crowded train
Oversee an evil plot
And blend in with the basic layman
Hey man, is that freedom rock?
Yeah man, it balances the give and take of spinning
Big man's words like an uzi
Spittin them bars so smoothly
We with the boiz no groupies
Livin our lives like the movies
While working, burnin out
unified, we’d be saving lives
But we never listen
Now they scheming and plotting
Yeah
Hey Mr. President
Think it’s time we acknowledge the elephant
Why
got us bonding
You feeling different be honest
And we can see if we find it
Where we went wrong that is
And let this love live
Crowded by thoughts
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
crowded
Release the rounds
P- pow pow
Bars for dayes
No body is safe
Shake up the game
Like Lamar Jackson
When he’s making a play
Right stick juke juke
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
from that motherfucker swervin' and duckin' murder
Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge
Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
this
Making that paper until I hit the grave
And still ain't got no problem making money home
If it ain't bout the money please dont speak to me
Man
to find the Holy Grail
Right there
And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target
Then I don't know why I even started
I'm sick of being too
the blunt and I wake up like Jesus on the Third Day
Call me Mr. Thunder Man 'cause I rain on bitches
Put you in the ground, this rain will be your witness
slow
Smoke you out
God body
Feeling like the devil
At his shoulder nigga
Overtime
Times up
Life's hard
Man up
Lesson learned
Live it up
Road less
so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down
Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands
round Nigga I don't know why
My grandad told me nigga hold your own ground
Live by that till put me n the ground
Gotta stay solid stay ten toes down
You
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