Lyrics:
subway your train of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk show
Any block, I double-park, get out and walk slow
And nowadays
as fresh, I belong in a morgue
Say you the plug, Where is the cord
100 on the way, Be gone by the morn
Trappin' be my fitness, Sellin' dope be the sport
Live
sane? Protect me
My technique go X speed on high waves and jet skis
I jump off this building to save these civilians
My strength and my honor is
Til we die
Effort
Effort
Effort
Strive
Effort
Effort
Til we die
Why you offer me advice
You don't even take your own
Why you pick apart my life
Ain't
all possess the demons
Concern your grimace to head cheese
Invest in the jet ski's
I come from the bottom just to
Make my punches on ten speeds
Your man
don't know but she might just have by baby
Ass so fat, got a nigga like woah (woah)
Got me fucked up in the head, I mean woah (woah)
Should've seen
[Magoo:]
See, them other crews could not figure me
It's the mag and double-ooh, got that fat CD
Buck a crystal, hit a nigga with my blunt philly
the world will test me
Glidin' like jet ski
Black Wayne gretsky
Ice don't impress be
Fame will dissect me
Money will arrest me
These are my thoughts and I
like I'm running out of favours
Fire on the streets got me bunning down my neighbours
I could flex on your girl like "Honey, I'm a badders"
Man I
with my clan
I feel like the man
She's on her knees like don't tell my man
I do what I want don't do what I can
Need me some fabric might go to Milan
I
ya hide and seek ass nigga
Imma run when ya count to tree but ya bet not peek ass nigga
Put on my ski mask nigga like a might go ski ass nigga
They
the blood of the lamb
Will I fold no ma'am
Shout to the great I AM like chicka chicka (Uhn yeah)
Joe my bro my fam he real deal no scam
That's why we
Enraged by my sedative
But I'm way better than the man I was yesterday
Refusing prayer player
The universe caters to movers and shakers
Givers and takers
Let's cover some ground right now, man
There's lots to discuss
We're witnessing a lot of fucked up shit
So let's take the time to realize,
Pickett
So come again, come again my friend
If you live by the pen then you'll die by the pen
I'm gonna live to be a senior citizen
Why? Because my shit
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
you!
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You're praying to a higher
man
My man
I knew you lookin' out for ya boy
Man 'preciate that
One Two
Hey, Two Feet came by
Who got the dope
Who got me; could you spot me
Yah Yah, big big talk, your boy Fat Joe
Chllin’n with LyrikCool, this joint called LyricisEM
Florida, stand up!
(Hook)
Will’n, you hope that I write
I'm talking milli, ain't talking Vanilli
Had to get that hating nigga from near me, I do not move like a regular Joe
I am not moved by no regular ho,
bang
Sav Side nigga with a tech I slang
By a landslide make a hitter pull up I bet
When I Hit him with the ski-bidi-bugidty bang bang
Like bam bam
stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then
ain't chewin Red Seal
Then you ain't no dude man
My dogs are barkin right now
What the fuck is PayPal
Dryin with the same towel
All my teeth fell out
You
again
Said she was by my side
But when i looked she wasn't there
Said she was by my side
But when i looked she wasn't there
Tried to respond she blocking
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