Lyrics:
to recognize the devil's lies
Recollecting and I'm second guessing lives
I thought were better times was on my second life
Born again yet took the pen you
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
Meet me downstairs by the lobby (by the lobby)
It's okay if you bring somebody (somebody)
Meet me at the hotel room (meet me there, meet me there)
you's number 7-24 and
I've been pouring through the corpus
I'm absorbed and frankly floored by your contempt of court
Let's just back up here
How can you
Check it out, put me on track twenty five
China White, alright
Ey Venom, you ready homie
Let me hear myself, let me hear myself
Murder by numbers
look up (Ghosty)
Bitches like, "Do you follow back on the 'Gram?"
Bitch, barely, I'm stuck up
Sayin' I've changed 'cause I got a bit of money
Bitch,
that's been treating my limbs
I got salt by the pound it's now sinking or swim
Huffing and puffing with chemical codes
Follow no rules I'm the sensible
it's ruthless, air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya'
You wouldn't get that from me yo, you'd overlook me
Looking
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[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Wish Bone)]
(You niggaz can't stop me) I'm cockin a glock
(You motherfuckers can't stop me) I'm
the Cobra pose
You did a great job
Did you hold the pose all ten seconds?
Lets try again,
Follow me
Lay on your belly and face your head down
Lay on my
Don't forget six
You run up on me I'm loadin' clips
Last is rule seven
You stay alive and move out this shit
Day Real
I got my two lil homies here
I got
a casualty, democracy's a casualty
In the second civil war
It's written in our history books, it's not too late to have a look
Wars always caused by nasty
me what to do
I live my life by three rules
Make money make love make food
Making money is my preference
Bitch it's always on my mind
Every
me what to do
I live my life by three rules
Make money make love make food
Making money is my preference
Bitch it's always on my mind
Every
foolish charm
It only causes harm
Oh my god
My heavens!
I forgot to mention
Think I saw
Three sevens
I might need a second
Don't you know
You got me
Fucking
to follow it
So Mr record boss wont you give me a shot
So I can show you all this talent that I got
So by now I just need some money
So I got to get a part
flowing
Still dreaming about blowing
But I'm not an add on backpage
Or affected by the closure
Imposing rules on society
You don't impose on yourself
How
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
feels like heaven
They calling me the dude no Devin it's for my sevens
I'ma ride if I'm summoned, I abide by nothin'
I'm my own damn boss, I can put
ever known
You're gonna be a star, a big star
Now you're set, so follow the rules
Don't need a house unless it comes with the pool
Buy some new
Wanna follow a leader then you gotta' follow me
Never abided by any rule, doing ya cruel
High as a Hilton suite, I see your feelings
You better get
I bet you gotta follow
I will follow if you follow me
So follow me!
I make noise, I make vision by the ton
But it’s tough to make a dollar, see?
at the countdown's arc
The countdown arc starts 10, 9, 8
Thrust makes it fly, 7, 6, 5
Try not to lose, at 4, 3, 2
By the time I hit 1, it's undone
Won't someone
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