Lyrics:
suit and tie, so I'm just proving why
I'm up to my old tricks, that are loved by your own kids
I'm going to use this time to review my life
Listen in
Take me back to the better times
Wind chimes with the simple rhymes
Petty crimes with kids on the block
Used to leave the doors unlocked
Better
it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
(Strikez In The Mix)
You ready for another spoiler?
(Kazza)
I've always been a man of bold predictions
And I'm predicting that this guy right
to someone's house. Give me a candle. I just want one maybe two bites, that's all, keep the wick in there. I'm going to floss. I'm good. We ate some weird stuff
Notice that it's "unity" in "opportunity"
Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me
Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me
Guess they wanna see me park
fell in love with Kali Ma
But now it's time to take your heart
These niggas want to take it back
Like civil rights and Rosa Parks
After dark the riot
to duck in his house
Keep a trail of bitches, I'm talking three on each side
The head of this to the kid
Walk with black pride
He a monsoon mastermind
Flyer
to make it right
I wanna do Christmas Stuff
Just like we used to do
When we were all little kids and Santa brought toys for me and you
I wanna believe that
I should fly by
To my side
Of town, and now I'm
On cloud nine
Emoji, cloud sign
Looks, like I'm
Connected to the wifi
Anytime I get down, I fly
Right
and listen kid
I bin in Liverpool since 2006 ridin microphone spittin big
Now I aint playin about
Am goin all out sprayin em out
Yeah am gonna blow
Smell fresh
truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, when I cruise up the block
In my 560 lamping on my
[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon' do one more offerin right now
We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon' do one
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Artsy emcee solving equations in Farsi
To bob marley’s catalogue
The world never ended you had it wrong
Kids of the 5th babylon
Sending you and your
gettin' tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Klux
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
What you gonna do? Kids are
so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting high
Even though she's got
million on a footbal team
And her baby dies just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't
cutest new kid should've seen my face
Brown boy and I'm sittin good with the high fade
On the track flashin like its pics I'm straight snappin
No cappin in
Four in the air, deuce in my blunt
Blast like the rockets rollin up gruntz
My stunt double gon shoot with the ones
Come on the block bad news for ya son
Metal fly when the arm get raised, wait
Huh! What they doing?
When she going down on my pipe, we in a new stage!
We high as fuck, hit a brick, see how
together put us to sleep
Lil Baby got money so it's cool if he like to trick
It wasn't sixteen bands, though, bitch, it was only six
For kids in Philly,
over-sexualization of the kids in the home
Battery in my back, this house of pain won't ever last
CyHi told me to my face that Sicko Mode was his biggest song
Well
perfect kids
In a too perfect world
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in
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