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on a plastic lunch box. And now you're selling it! You want to Sell it!]
(Chorus x1)
[Dr. Grant: Dinosaurs and man... Two species separated by 65 million years
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung..
on my mind, so baby talk to me
You took her she went from the ghetto streets
To executive streets electronic beeps, two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
filthy rich one day.
And the next morning end up broke.
I'm glad I learned my lesson, way back in '87.
I was wide around the mouth, by them burritos,
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 I'm a heavyweight your a featherweight
I'm so fly with my shit mother fuckers adjacent say I levitate
When I was a bitty kid to get
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
brought
In Jeremy and our first
Rhythm guitarist Jason
Bynum as the other two members
We travelled to LA a few weeks later for a
Showcase and it was
oneme
mpiawa azu o na afu ka ose
oneme
oneme
mbute ike di real na ogbe
oneme
mpiawa azu
oneme
You miss contract maka igburu oge o
oneme
chicks ga na
come and collect.
Battle of the egos Casamigos and Tito’s
Bills Bills Bills but these ain’t getting vetoed
Want to start a fire mix scorpio and Leo
to get some cheap shit
I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels
Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real
Listen to my big block bill cause
no pretending
Talking slick can leave your life close to ending
High dose in my beverage
Twenty four seven forever leaning
Jesus pieces across my chest
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
The first real nigga I lost
Even though he used to gang bang
Would never live to see his chain swing
But that's the Jesus piece loss
Cause he would have
ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids
Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a shit skid
[El Da Sensai]
It's the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher
Mix
gonna-be's,
I'm surrounded by slander, jealousy, negativity,
c real man don't gossip,
TMZ.
VERSE 2
I was causing pandemonium the whole pandemic,
cdmit it - it
i mix the boom
and the bap
with the tribal , it slap
in todays time
this a beat Busta would grab
see i aint tryna kill ya dream
i rather
the pop's stores
It was ill on the real, but who's to die for us?
Say that I rock my own community
Ain't a damn thing owned by the you or the me
It's Koreans
Looking for my
Tifa
6 In the morning
Whistling softly
She knows I'm super busy
So she think she gonna boss me
7 On the dot and she's making Her coffee
She
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
that's that Jesus 2 slots
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that hair full of raze braided by his girl Lucy
With the semi on, make
to a painting
How amazing
Jesus, I need to get out of here
Luckily, my sentence was only 2 years
I’m just going to steer right straight clear
Because the end is
the wilderness still battling temptation
Throwing in the towel, must admit I'm debating it
Sin cost a lot, but you gotta make a payment
Hell real low, just like it
turned two
The first time you touched bread was in 2022
Levis 5-7s and New Balance 22's
And I got good credit thats a 742
I been a go getter since a nigga
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