Lyrics:
by my side we both doing what we think is right
Only live once in this life whatever you do better think it twice
There's a whole lotta sticks in
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
rhyme readily heavily influenced by all I've ever seen
It's my medicine remedy
And if you ever seen me live at a show
You will know I use pure energy
the question haunts
What if I never picked her up for that studio session?
What if I overdosed instead of just countin my blessings?
What's if my father never
Yo we made it
Yeah we the greatest
Yeah
Yo we made it
Yeah we the greatest
Yeah
Yo we made it
Endless paradox I live through escape
Time goes by
and ride with a nigga
so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom
You can
and ride with a nigga
so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom
You can
look
I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH!!)
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I
world To live in
Think I'm stupid
Please don't play me hoe
South Carolina Salkehatchie
Our home games where they shot Radio
Start dropping facts I have em
the studio that shit really happened to me
That fucks with me 'til this day man
Live every day like its your last, count your blessings
You only got one
Like we won't send an actual firing squad to their studio
That will Basquiat their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but none concern me though
I
the ghetto way
Studio session is by the way
Upcoming that's what they call us that day
So fun wan je won gbo je won gbo
Je won mo je won gbo je won mo
take what I see and use it for better
I'm often late like a dead person
My obsession is a beat on every studio session
How I come up with the verses,
Ain't sending no judgement
Shit who am I
To send pellet shots from a Mac-11
Guitar strings trembled upon a studio session
Cavernous
Spilled Cabernet on my
What?
We down at the studio, yo
Word?
And we got a jawn
Yo, she live?
Yeah, she vibe
What's up wit' her?
Jawn, I used to talk to, some jawn I used
What?
We down at the studio, yo
Word?
And we got a jawn
Yo, she live?
Yeah, she vibe
What's up wit' her?
Jawn, I used to talk to, some jawn I used
motherfucker help me write my rhymes
Ain't no nigga pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Nigga took my chain, yea motherfuckin'
shallow feelings
Rather than a deeply revealing fellow like myself
I might as well hear the instrumental all by itself
Rapping about wealth, cars, clothes,
makin cream
My profession is killin studio sessions wit no question (what's that)
It's the Likwit Crew Connection
"The world's famous" "But it's
every session, sex in the setlist ascension
Pay attention and make the check out to my sense of self-expression
And don't expect respect cause I don't
Reporting live
Father God Father God
I know that you are the reason I even made it this far
I never wished on a star
I wasn't rich from the start
I
Blotter Paper
I've been living lucid
Acid in my system
Tryna over use it
Shout to my homie Halfton
Fucking random bitches from the South Side
Shroomies got
be able to live in
And my biggest problem rite now is Vodafone
One two three four
Brangene speak
Where are we
Two negative ghosts went grocery shopping
back south crashed out
on dads' couch. crizona fun; Coronas
washing somas down and cough 'em up in a coma.
Won't ever cease to astound me how we
even
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