Lyrics:
no more, y'all on your con shit
The fuck is your conscience? Testing me is nonsense
The whole city is mine, I'm the best up in my conference
Ain't
grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky to the blingy
I spending hundreds or the fifties
Word around the city
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne
conversation
She was chasing a life that she was blind to really
Fell hard for D-boys that never took her serious
And the L word made the church girl turn
conversation
She was chasing a life that she was blind to really
Fell hard for D-boys who never took her serious
And the L word made the church girl turn lame
ranked officials of our city streets
Make millions all triggered by electric beeps
They dress in diamonds and rope chains
They got the blood, Scarface
Better half of the whole, I thought you should know.
I'm tarnished silver, you're my rose gold.
The city sidewalks empty and I could care less either
balling with sprint
From Little Rock back down to New Orleans
Get word from my mans
I’m the modern day Nino Brown
I keep them chickens locked in
Iont give
royal priest mode
Elevate the Prince of Peace on that preach mode
Who the Son sets free in off the leash mode
Evangelism on ya block on the streets mode
ticky to the blingy
I spending hundreds or the fifties
Word around the city I'm that niggy
But this month I made a milli
Another month another milli,
the word of Bell Hooks,
We need a Love Ethics
Life is God and the devil a priest
Just steer clear, cause he preach what he teach
That's what I wake up
suddenly you the leach now
And everything you thought was Lame Is what they preach now
Drag me in the dirt nah I can’t have Seat now
Play a beat now before
making plays
Very very soon we going up like a rave
Watch me get the city keys
She say I'm different and I reply with preach
She reaching for my briefs,
Cuba, tings from Haiti though (What)
On the highway to Mobay, we don't pay the toll (Nope)
My word worth its weight in gold
Rap apostle with the gospel
wanna do this rap thing not because they say I'm sick
I'm clever with the words punchlines are just so they assist
20 years old, limited choices had
the city I'm a shaman on a mustang
Independent how a mothafucka must stay
Just to get paid all that like Kenan
I ain’t bout ta mix yo shit
You ain’t no
needs a new whip
Spent my cream to chase my dream, got my brand, got my city
Got a team, speak in tongues, don't know how to preach my gift
Regrets
Every day, for the words that you speak, cuz I will come with this
Lyrics pain, fuck up your brain, like woah!
You will know, you're a dumb mother-fucker
man, that's what I wanna be
That's what I wanna
Touching the sky, but I never gotta reach
Speaking on the word, but I never gotta preach
Shows in
I'm a loose diamond
Up on the rowdy rough streets
But I'm still shining Gold
My sh*t hot like its straight off a stove
But talk is cheap I no dey too
Always saying what you want
Your words are made of gold
Building fortress made of sand
Without seeing the wind behind
Lead your legions now!
Only
close by
It’s more vivid the image embedded in my mind
I look around and really I see a fake smile
No time, when the tickets down
My rolex style don’t
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
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