Lyrics:
thinking now
Is just me speaking out loud, jotting them thoughts down
Fueled by the fire inside, room for passion I drew
When it was nothing to use,
just makin' it lit
Lemme just smoke all that shit that I need
전화기에 눌러 11
골라봐 9 아님 2
난 안 봐 뒤
날아가야지 이제 가야지
Bye bye 내 두 발 옮겨 바삐
랩 한지 거진 10
Slavery was abolished but it has a sister
It's the corruption brutality by the african leader
How can you shoot at those you swore to lead?
Would you do
eyes
And I know we'll both be gone by this time next year
(Stop running from it, you're just running from it)
Another version of me moved up north
“Start the music”
She only shake it in the drug dealer section
Cause the way that shawty look you wanna fuck with out protection
Don’t walk up in here
passed out
Completely brain dead Rain Man
Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch, shoot me a look it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in
the fucking Team
And This How We fucking Do It (2x)
[Outro : Cuts by Sub Zero]
beautiful 'til she sees it
Believes it, understands it more than physically
Mentally, and the way that I'm feeling
I could talk 10 years about the moment
Give me top I look like Marvin Gaye
Showing out in every way
What else can a 忍者 say?
Watching on my garden
Stack the green let it accumulate
Trigonometry
ugh
We flow for about five years ago
When we lost a down
But I had fifth of the game
But I knew that one day
That sooner or later it got to come
gave you the crown so I could shoot it off your fuckin' head
Y'all niggas fuckin' dead, you heard what the fuck I said
I talk shit 'cause I walk shit,
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
of Babylon it ain't much but we proud of here
Dice game shoot it well peep my knuckle game
Run those size 12 Jay's and that struggle chain
Before the fame my
on the run
Heard you ain't still bow yo gun
Tell yo sister for me last nite was fun
When I grab my gloves spin it
Shoot dis bitch till it's up finish
Crop his
take it
This is my last year yeah
I makes sure that pack good yeah
We in packs
We move the stacks
We eat the cat good yeah
Moving out causes they know
paid well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of Blacks are generally
Gonna end up in
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
my soul (soul)
If I have to die (die)
Don't know where I'll go (I'll go)
I don't want to die (no)
I'm only ten years old (ten years old)
Oh, my
every f- thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a f- reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a criminal
Ten year old
villa steps like Versace
More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability
I'll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery
While
got me feelin' like a villa
Call me daddy, but it ain't no trend
You cryin' over this bitch, you ain't got that
For ten years, boy, you will smell
the next bullet end up?
There is no funeral procession
Going on here today
Unless it’s led by Fred Wesley
Gardner trumpeting a lively version
When
shoot
I'm smokin' on za cause OG ain't the move
I'ma hop out that car, load it up, and then boom
If I don't get him down, then we spinnin' again
That
for my rhyme scheme (nothin' personally)
Runnin' out of track, there's so many left
Gotta rap it fast
Channel Eminem
I'm talkin' 'bout that version
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