Lyrics:
could ride by the gates
Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today?
Would you pray louder finally believing His power?
Even
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
(Crooklyn style) be in yo
Damagin' your whole premises
Don't never diss
Cause here's your address
Cause me by yes, so come test me no
Like Patra, I got it
at women as they walk by
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I'm zonin' cause I'm so high
How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
Fussin' with
on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your
that chronic sack and that's a fact
My nigga hit me and we dropped an ounce
Stopped by the store, got some Swishers now it's time to bounce
When we got
can tell we smokin' pure by the way we choke
They comin' closer and I know they want to hit the weed
But see I hate to disappoint em' cause ain't
that old White Oak Mountain
You can just watch Old 97 roll."
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville,
And the lie was a three
killing millions of people as well, as the numbers increase of those dying- in your man made 3rd world hell. millions dying all the time- locked in your
to a talk show, a brainstorm bullet Don't deny imagination, hosted by a one eyed ghost in a hopeless situation Ride your silver rocket Hide in your own pocket
Mystery and wonder did light up the valley
To be beat back by dark clouds
And a harsh reeking wind
And that battle staggered through three awful
depict the pictures of bigger sixes
D) That broke nigga fuckin' the richest nigga bitches
Movin' right along, question number three is for the females
up with a silver string
Delivered by a fast train rearranging how I think
He said "I can't believe you even know that I exist,
I've got all of your
It could be simple, it could be simple,
You shut your eyes so tight to slow down time,
Days and states go by, and it keeps on.
It could be
in three months or is it four
Is it wrong to get by
Is it wrong to get high
Is it wrong that they die
Is it wrong to ask why
We are the leaders
underwear
To walk by myself
Do nothing all day
To eat a whole cake
Be cranky (with frosting)
No cameras
No pressures
No phonies
No hairjam
No
I'm gonna stand on your parade
I need to jump into your grave
Gonna stalk you I'm afraid
Wanna be your fucking pain
By the way you know it's all
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
Relentless I'm speechless
I'm fooled by my inner weakness
Enticing Inspiring
Your words were so convincing
Delightful but soulless
Claimed
the key
A friend of mine heard from a friend of hers
She was workin' on last name number three
There was a time I'd have relished those words
But I'm
Me and Billy Joe Taylor joined each other at the hip
I loved him like the brother I never had
He was my go-to-guy on 3rd and 10, made me look good
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
to collect interest and respect
By cutting out some things I thought didn't matter
Turned all of my whines into "doing fines"
It saves me so much time
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