Lyrics:
your birthday? Baby, got some cake right here for you
Make you sing my name when I put it down you
Big body, big blunt rollin', fuck up out my way
and I put her pussy on a pedestal
I ain't playing fair with them, had to let 'em know
Money dance on these niggas, it's a hundred throw
Same ones that
to talkin', nigga, I ain't even worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't hit no licks out here, man that shit get real funny
My niggas'll take yo brick, sell it to me
still back my nank out and slide it in him
Ain't going back, no more hiding my sim
I'm fighting in gym, wasting time on the wing
Next week, might put 5
Dre Skull, oh-eh-oh
Like a dog
Man used to hungry every tick a di clock
Couldn't find food fi put inna di pot
Inna di street everyday mi a chip
Step inside
We're gonna take a ride
To the promised land
Heaven is in our hands
We've all been down
There's only one way out
'Cause when
I think we need an agent!
We?
That's selling out
But it's nice to dream!
Yeah! It's network TV
And it's all thanks to me!
Somehow I
L'Oreal, yep cause I'm worth it
Love the way, I puts it on so perfect
Wipe, the corners of my mouth so I work it
When I walk down the hallway they can't
I think I'm broken
Plug me out and plug me back in
Then I'll start working
Reset my emotions and make me open
And bring me back to life
And my
And they've shut the bakeries
They've boarded up the printing presses
And they've put on silencers
So you will never know how many
Were caught after
rather let my pants sag
Get out the lighter, set it on fire
Watch it as I throw it getting brighter & brighter
Contact was made with the opposing
of the woods
Hit her if she wakes up
Hit her if she cries out
With the butt of your gun
You better cover your ass man
You better put on the gloves
Hey
Coal
your girl front row tryin' to suck on my dick
I said no
They pump us up they used to try and punk us out
My team is dressed for a funeral we don't
that's waves
Seasick you can't take man for a eediat
Violate, gunshots ringing out immediate, huh
Light your whole block like a weed spliff, huh
Made
opened the shop, he just set up and ran it for me (whoa)
I'm sorry, momma, I promise I wouldn't do it
But my music wouldn't be the same if I ain't put
Exec you ain't gotta drive here
Put you in first class now you're given Ryanair
Huh yeah
Every time that I phone
You say I'm nothing like them guys
on headshots
Had her spinning out like Mabel
If they pull us over, put this in your bra
No sir, you can't search my car
I'm above the law
Bitch, I don't
new nigga
Not because they lookin' out or tryin' to see if it's killin' me, but
To poke holes at me like I'm one of they enemies
Not knowin' we split
Do you see the way that we have gone too far?
We need now more than ever before
To come together put our differences apart
Stop drifting off of our
Bitch, you know you poppin', yeah girl, you the shit
There's so many options I just don't know who to pick
When I'm shoppin' I put blood all on my shoes
can't I get away, get away
Baby, need to get away, get away from
All the shit you put me through
Point your fingers, they laugh at you
No one
a weapon that's fact, yeah
I tell MC's now I put hammers on tops like a West Ham badge
Artilla is back and I'm spittin' like two [macs] back to back
I say
Crazy, the television raised me
Can you blame me? I'm a US alien
Felt like I was breaking out, yeah
Ended up back underground, yeah, yeah
need it to spark
Everything dark
Except for my socks
Look how they pop
Coming out of my Chucks with the Ben Davis crop
Thirty on my waist, yeah,
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