Lyrics:
a three round gun burst
When I'm rapping I'm bringing the thunder down till my tongue hurts
But now I'm bout to lift it out the underground with one verse
the esophagus
Bullet to the brain 3d like in oculus
Ay Day$okee where the fuck is you at
Crusin down the street with a bright red beam
Choppas aiming at yo mouth
running up bread
They be like nigga how do you come up with this shit
I don’t know it just come to my head
And I’m from the murder I be living day by day
up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people
the day I came out my mother's womb
I found myself in the operating room
Then the doctor spanked me on my behind
I didn't cry, the kid started to rhyme
running
She passed by the room and I almost stepped out
But another nurse came and I had to remain in the room no doubt
I watched the two nurses argue then
pass you by
I get up, I get down
III I Get Up, I Get Down
In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking
Saying that she'd take
people/pissing off TikTok
It's got me running like I can't stop
It's got me running like I can't stop
But now my meds ran out reup my script doc
It's got me
is holding em down like we don't have an angel to carry em
But now he do. I see myself running to malibu
Skating till I don't have rights of shoes,
j3 Leebi kaata any day jeee lazy rap kraa
Shi Wavy as rap Controlling bars Station master
Kill your favourite rapper get you mourning leebi mamkpa
I'm
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
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
We don't need ten thousand men
Just give me that three hundred
Jesus Christ He be the king
For him we gone be running
Running running
We don't need
make your way on down the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
3: Cathedral Song
I saw from the cathedral
You were watching me
And I saw
shit
Nigga back up
Yo lil ass a chump
They
Gone have to come
Deep for me
Discreet
Cus I'm the one
Nigga
Ima come
John Wick 3
Take 'em out
One by one
[Do or Die]
Ew weee them niggas down there tip
Dam man they holding down there
Who the fuck is that man lets walk down here and see who this
write is another wall that I break
Duck down, when I'm coming through the door
Jugglin chainsaws and running from the law
It's a bird, It's a plane, Nah
used to run track now you running errands
Remember school days when I come and just scoop you from Gerisch
Know that I sound like a parent
And speaking
went behind closed doors
I pulled down got my briefcase that was on the floor
Flipped the latch lift the lid Pulled out my smith n wesson
Yes my shiny
and decay
The man you knew yesterday hooking for
Ten rounds or drinking for
Three days and three nights by
The Sawtooth mountains now
Just something under
kicking down doors
Am just riding in my wraith like a trash course
(Yeah uh uh uh uh)
(Yeah uh uh uh uh)
(Yeah uh uh)
Running up the city you know what i
it's time
Beyond, I want you and Ant
To hold down the front
And main Entrances keep your eyes
On them security guards
Eyedea, you stay out here and
Keep
appeal and seclusion
The signs on the street that said, "Deer Crossing"
Then I went out there one day
And the trees in the lot were chopped down
Then
flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up
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