Lyrics:
setter
Star mode mek yah
Start act better
Mi no push war
But mi swing di Beretta
Ten bikes roll out
Twelve glocks chromed out
Twenty-three pon mi feet
Mek
hold the ink
while river rats fall off the raft and sink
Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar rush
The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust
[Chorus]
Jumped up G'd Up,
Lit the fuckin weed up,
Push Down the Gas pedal,
cadillac speed up x4
[Verse 1]
Afroman Caravan, travel all across
It’s up!! aaiiight , im ready babyboy come jam wit a outlaw lul ma hop straight out the shower , without flaw.
He don’t live by the code don’t know
the world can relate
To my surprise everyone does, so have faith
Half of the other side don't live it they push play
The young illest alive, Harlem World
for holy hour
And I'm back out in the rain
It's been twenty years or more
Since I last said your name
I hear you live near Dallas now
In a house
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
Alright
Yesterday is gone
Today is a new day
Come on man
I'll tell you what
Give me one last push
Push
Push
Please don't tell me
You're giving up now
they say shit I know I’m too real to go live by the code
Niggas claim that they solid but told Ain’t no diamonds
It’s 3 tone the gold
I ain’t no old head
where someone was stabbed
Less that twenty-four hours ago
He outlined a direct link between violent crimes
Social exclusion and austerity"
"A study
get from point A to point B by keepin' it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Knuckle up and tell me how you feel,
???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push
a[00:14.79]Religious guise and pulled by their own whims[00:17.24]It's a tough thing to feel like[00:18.66]Your gifts place you on a stage[00:20.21]When some
and Cease ???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind
make me see
Off in the club fucked up
And I got all of my bucks up
Twenty women at the bar right next to me
Every one of them just lucked up
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue
Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit
for me to push the button[02:27.10]Hell a Blue Lives Matter flag's gonna be enough for me to push the button[02:31.05]I just drove to North Carolina by
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
stacked many
Proving wrong those who swore I wouldn't live to twenty
Now they gotta cope, since it's the only thing I know
It's difficult to let it go
Trump
I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve
then he done
20/20 ain't good enough
Rappers
relate
To my surprise, everyone does, so have faith
Half of the other side don't live it
They push play the young illest alive
Harlem World to the Bay
It
the world can relate
To my surprise everyone does, so have faith
Half of the other side don't live it they push play
The young illest alive, Harlem World
live it up
You can tell what I'm smoking when I lit it up
No mask broad day they'll make you give it up
20 Mil in the back of a pick-up truck
6
clockwise
I used to be one of my
Stand up on the block guys
Now I'm a OG, kush
Do it on my own
I won't need a push
Bigging up Dynamite
And I'm bigging
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