Lyrics:
issues left undead)
The shadows take shape as the sun falls behind
These buildings we built tower over our minds
And in comes darkness
An empty sky before
Streets
Taking knees
With the cops
Good Bad
From the
Bottom
To the top
Days knights
24 hours
On the clock
Smoke rising
Buildings burning
No ones
Baby!
There's something wrong with you
Maybe!
You take advice from the devil
In the heat of the night
Black leather, wild-wild animal
You know
baby, kicking in
Just for you true blue
Lights in the basement
Moaning, groaning, thuggish ruggish boning
So smooth, silky and the youngblood's here
Come
Ayo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening
Hear me? From here to Rockaway
pouring
And every single thought has been soaring
You could see it in my eyes
I've been pouring out, without a doubt
Every single thing has been
you, bitch come try me (come try me)
In the hood all by myself, and ain't nobody gon' try me (damn, don't try this shit nigga)
Taught your pussy-ass
in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden
Everytime I bomb this be predictions from nostradamus
Busta rhymes to fan bombs on your
be - here's mine
Geah
See I was, born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit - I
See I was, born in sewage
Born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit
I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's
It's been eighteen years since I've seen you in the streets
Your up for parole heard the word this week
My cousin Flip come at home damn it's been
ghetto terminology you learn on the streets
It's cool when the day goes by, I didn't peep ya
You said 8-double-0 spells Boo in my beeper
I'm-a keep
a bailiff
Not one thing a hater taught me
I'm in the grime scene feeling like Fury
I told the hater to come talk, G
No credit, he had to WhatsApp call me
gangs of them digging for gold in the streets
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for
That's life, homie c'est la vie
I'm a legend in my county
Even though my last name's still known by the sheriffs when they come around me
And my parents
Yo, yo, gu-rizzi, yo
Yo, whassup, son?
Yo, man, you know what I mean? I need this money, man
Get up, out in these, in these streets, man
Yo, so
disappear
Rearose that nigga Isotoner Coca-Cola holder snap the granola
Sprinkle ginko polish
Venom from a cobra lace in the come he brought older
should seek help
Running in my city blinged out and bust down
Mama said
"Stop moving fast 'cause the street wild"
Keep the blick on me
Thirty shots when
Come on, gimme a verse
Kevin, you make a mistake you gotta
Start all the way over leave that in there
I like this fuckin guy
One Thing to point out
Black unemployment
They're going to take a lot longer to come back
It remains getting hit the hardest covid hit African
have I let into the word that's out to get me
When you are indescribable in every little thing
I need a light, need little life from you
I realize even
From Summer's Caught Ho'in
The Winter Cars Come Out, The Summer Cars Go In
And Some Places Is Breezy, And Some It Start Snow-Ing
And If You Planning
the mystery?
I came from a land afar
A land where I'm like any other one
But I got here by following a map
A secret map that can only be seen if you know how
up more then half of they streets
Ha, damn, and I'm just scratching the surface of the manure they were raised in
Fucked up part is, is that statement
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