Lyrics:
Sun go down that's when I come alive
Yeah you know the freaks come out at night
Roof is lit up brighter than the sky
And you know the doors are
Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch, I'm 'bout to fall
I miss the couch and down I go, lookin' like a bouncy ball
Shit must've knocked me out
Okay anti-establishment track Streets on Fire
Let's set the roof on 'FIRE' lets tear the walls all down burn it straight to the ground
AOTEAROA music to build with self composition
Crossing streets down in BAY
Running GREY/PONSONBY as home base
A brief reflection of my days
*Chorus*
of doubt
Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about is
Driving around town with
stay out my lane
Big B sitting at the front Door
Whole lotta cash I spendo
Got a bad bitch named Enyo put her in a benzo drip by kenzo
Got 2 3 thots
plus AA, back to church, had early morning worship and listened
To the word three times a day
Worked out at home, applied for that new full-time position
that were running in my mind want me to take shots
Behind closed doors I cry with the blade that sits by my side
But you see the smile that I have not
Give The Barber Some
A-Town upside down
Scissors to the side
V-Town we will ride
3G Da Bookbag Barber temp fade shawty
Cut wit me and get some money
Give The Barber Some
A-Town upside down
Scissors to the side
V-Town we will ride
3G Da Bookbag Barber temp fade shawty
Cut wit me and get some money
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
Nikes
Hardly need to change clothes
Walk out the door to see mumsy
Nagging askin' me to stay home (Steups) No
Man I got hoes some days
And wanna be alone
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
the world by storm
And we're grooving all the way
Forget about your troubles
Just kick them out the door
Cos shit's about to go down
With these robots
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
switching to another line
So honey never hang your signal out for me
I'm tired of running on the same old track, bought a one way ticket and I won't be back
switching to another line
So honey never hang your signal out for me
I'm tired of running on the same old track, bought a one way ticket and I won't be back
Slide and we take more down
Nigga come up the score now
She gone send the addy, we sliding, we kicking doors down
Did lil mama dirty, she moving like she
the ground running
Ah, tell 'em Benjamin's back
Saturate your eardrums with the colors I pack
Full spectrum experience when I jump on the track
And I spit
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
Look, do the running man, bitch, I do the running man
Do the running man, bitch, I do the running man
Money in my hand, money, money in my hand
Money
run this track
I'm running to class
7 Minutes I'm late
I was a second late before you closed the door
Now I'm stuck outside for a second more
Hey
the microphone
And my doubters running out; moment of silence for my foes
It's the return of the stunna, no baby
But I'm driving them crazy by being more amazing
malevolent
Giving my affidavit just make it feel validated
I'm begging to get it out but this track I already hate it
I'm googling psychosis
Not telling my
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