Lyrics:
wasn't fly
Others claim to be fresh
But they're not KRS
I cannot walk around the street with my head in the clouds
Either runnin' on my gear or havin'
congregated
Moon stricken, yeah, they think I'm crazy
When they ask me how I rap so quick, I say poon-lickin'
Don't play my shit, you'll have everyone in
it to Peso
Hit up my brother, he owes me a favor
Head back to Texas then meet me in Waco
Sneaking up the rio grande
Blisters they cover my hands
That's
just for bringing my name up
Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Before Honest Abe signed
like Bob, not Marley
I'm on so I gotta have my cake like a party
You be on some shit, in love with her body
She gon' fuck the whole crew
You gon' say I'm
takin' life as a gamble
And living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rotten
All my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten
real ones
My OG’s
This is for everyone who ever know me
Born n raised in the SFC
Ain’t nothing FAKE about me
Some back away
When I hit the funky reggae
Uh got my pre rolled blunts with the sativa
I look like a diva
Look like Barbie smoke like marley
I don’t like to party
I like to stay home and smoke
head in my sink until my brain's back together
Or I'll get my girl to give me brains, first we'll have to get back together
But at the moment I'm alone
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
house and nuff money
From mi family and friends happy yeh mi grateful
I may not have a lotta dough but I'm filled with joy
Got the Reggae in my ear yeah
Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes
to go and get accountants
Build estates so we could live on it
You could tell by how we structure we was built for it
Over My Dead Body I'ma kill for it
Headz ain't ready for this Clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Now a days I had it up to here, from my chest to my head
When
right now
Now some
Could leave three shots in your head
And some
Be raping girls everywhere
It's fun
For them it's fun
I could get a gun and glock dem
and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'mma
Do it for the Bay, okay
Getting paid well holla wen ever that stop
My team good, we don't really need
block
Get nice, pump the sounds, now it's time to hit the spot
Crews downtown freestylin off beats
If heads start whylin I got the glock in the seat
on and did what I had to do
Because it was time to change my life
To become the woman that I am inside
Ninety-seven dreadlocks all gone
I looked in
on and did what I had to do
Because it was time to change my life
To become the woman that I am inside
Ninety-seven dreadlocks all gone
I looked in
on and did what I had to do
Because it was time to change my life
To become the woman that I am inside
Ninety-seven dreadlocks all gone
I looked in
Lost in the land of wonder, and my fucking sanity
Am I pawn in your game, am I being used
I live confused, just like concussion I might need a new
Lost in the land of wonder, and my fucking sanity
Am I pawn in your game, am I being used
I live confused, just like concussion I might need a new
Headz ain't ready for this Clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Now a days I had it up to here, from my chest to my head
When
Headz ain't Ready for this Clik we got
Headz ain't Ready man I swear they not
Now a days I had it up to here, from my chest to my head
When
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