Lyrics:
out, I don't have jack to wear
You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I then got caught up
mama, mama, that's all
And by the time I get to Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her restless sleep, call my name out low
And oh,
Legend, the boy cold
Everybody knows
That's not in ya
Been immune
Since I manifested up in the womb
Been feeding these beats
Y'all eat it up like chicken
way on the hook
Word to Frankie
Shout to HOV
Reasonable Doubt I drove
Out like Ratpacks into cold
Dodging traps
Try my hold
On everything
I alone
Why be
the fuck you starin' at me for? Just take a picture
Ice up on my wrist that shit so cold it make me shiver
All I do is win and win again they call me Victor
again by segregating the inferior from
The Nordics, We need gun control! Political
Expediency is crucial
And I'll benefit the economy!
With me in charge
deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say, "Yo shorty black you're buggin' out"
Zulu Nation,
killer, who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
again, win or lose, take it all, took out by his own men
And from the ground
We build it to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon' survive now?
Yeah,
for me
At least I'm not in a hole
Or floatin' with plankton out on the sea
Mom it's so cold to leave my shell
Mom it's so cold to leave my shell
Mom
on the other side (Yeah)
Got your bitch on my line, saying she wanna lay by my side
Just took your bitch yeah I did it again
Riding around with your bitch
deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say, "Yo shorty black you're buggin' out"
Zulu Nation,
heart, how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight
While the huskiers, round in a ring
Howled out their woes to the homeless
really need
All I need is my Sweet Jesus
I need Jesus by my side at all
Times or I won't make it
There's so many things in my life that
There's sometimes
And I just can’t stop thinking
But I’m doin my thing bitch
Ayo Frankie
—waddup
Man I guess it is time to fill up again huh
—i guess so I got the piece
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed
Queens, New York
Flushing shit
(We back again)
That's right
Yo
Sour smoke out the nasal
The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
Sistine
Out in the cold again
In the rain again
Feeling old and left alone
Empty once more
Back to square one
I’m out in the rain again
‘Thought love has
me?"
Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love
I wanna hold your heart in
me?"
Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love
I wanna hold your heart in
them
Nobody out there is looking on
Who do I think I'm fooling
On the off chance someone looks up
Is this worth doing
Again, felt part disappear
Each
never pretend
I made a line, but that's just with a pen
I'll say it again, I rep for the guys in my city it's blessed
Circle int small cos it's fucking
spitta you gon' respect me at the same time
Raise the bar so I elevate it
Grind strong dealt with my patience
Stayed backed in a dark alley
Help my
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