Lyrics:
along (oh)
Invisibly set stones, some of them prone
I can tell you ain't never had someone this long
One night, have them hummin' my song like mmm,
cheese
I was hustling in Supreme, gettin dat green by any means
Have you ever been inside a house around them fiends
Have you?
Ever peeped a dead body
angles
Surrounded by devils, don't see any angels
Yo I'm hungry get me a 'pounder
Built myself up, that's right I'm the founder
Surrounded by clowns, all
got them losing their job as penalty
The Supreme Court had the ability to rule for medical liberty
Instead, if you get some money from Fed, you gotta
Gotta go, gotta go fast
Some unlike me would've fumbled the bag
Layin' my feet on the track, can't see my back
Cause sadly you comin' in last
Yeah
on the highway
Bumping Sade
She think I'm cool but growing up
Ain't no one felt the same
Supreme and Bape hide the fears
Tattoos hide the pain
Fists clenched
As i
enough is never Enough running out of luck
When it gets tough through the days Remember it's just a phase
Left with regret in yo head
Thinking bout yo old
so they tied the knot call it love or call it fate
3 months later Tina lost the baby by then it was much too late
cshes and angels the devil and buried
(Zaytoven)
Ay, Sremmlife!
They done fucked, let us in that muhfucka'
Slim Jxmmi!
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission
are swept
Oh but let's not talk of slipping into nightmares
For the day is run by those who haven't slept
So throw away the vestments
As torment unfolds
Lowlife, scumbag, devil’s bastard
Switchblade is my path to redemption
An aura surrounds me day by day
A presence that shall always remain
just keep shit simple
Cana-bitch don't want no beef with Slim? No
Not even on my radar, so won't you please jump off my dick
Lay off and stay off
the house just like terrorists
Screamin', "F-, sh-, f-"
Adult with a childish like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
F-
mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if
just keep shit simple
Cana-bitch don't want no beef with Slim? No
Not even on my radar, so won't you please jump off my dick
Lay off and stay off
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
tha black on black
Niggas be stumblin'
And crumblin'
When we come
They get curled up
Tear they world up
When we come
Now Slim and B with
mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if
call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my - in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die
It be tough sometimes
When your running thru my mind
And your no longer by my side
Regretting all the times that I lied
Your an angel so fly
One day
They don't think I'm thuggin' (Drown)
Two hundred shots on me every day
Pop his ass in public
(Hope thеm niggas drown)
I call me four-five Denvеr
Hit
the bitch
Bruh I go through some things you gotta witness
Stomach get to mumblin' at night
Watchin' every car that drive by, lookin' every driver in
reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Uh yeah, yo, yo,
Some got,
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