Lyrics:
The point I'm tryna make is I don't ever need 'em
Seen what you'd do for fame, what would you do for freedom?
Please, check 'em for a wire or a earpiece
high I need somebody drive for me
I be up there I trap by the satellite
How you out this shit moving dead wrong
When them boys come get you they gon be
Hey jfume des bat pi je bois de la brou
Hey jpense jfume trop de batt faudrais j'arrete de boire d'la brou
Okay
Bonsoir bonsoir The city on me
Gros
gonna leave a roll
Of yellow and red tape, stop calling yourself great
Somebody please translate, announce a new king
Bro, this is a checkmate, no more
myself so I'm trying
To keep myself all in check, by writing dozens of rhymes (Listen to your heart)
It's time I listen to my heart when it starts talking
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
have
Something to say this evening i gotta have
Something to say this evening
I'd say one Sunday evening
Somebody came knocking at my door
Knocking at my
begging you please
And I bet it if you said it to your mother she'd approve
She'd probably did me too be like that Versey fellas cute
I can meet your mam
Remembrance to rid myself of
Fuck niggas & drama, please
Don't argue back
Harness my energies, I'm falling back
I'd rather be inside anyway
I'm off of all
Who am I
Mister window sill snooper
Comedic as jim carrey with a dash of bill cooper
Highly interested in vintage quests for the shooter
While
bar ain't smoky enough
So it'd be nice if you added some 1970s touch
I think I need a sappy country song
Find me a jukebox and a dime
Somebody please
scars
No smoke with no heart
Don't start this is mister gold cart
Hit the richter slow bitch
Then go hard
Shouts to sick with it
Used to be in the whip
right by the D, they need to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no beef
Those fucking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody
Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last
Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out
Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about
So
The family tree was chainsawed Wednesday week
So now I have to mingle with the meek
Hey mister, you have finally met your match
Now everybody
murder
Somebody tell 'em it's murder
Murder was the case and they blamed me
Stop lyin' to me, boy, it'd be best you confess
I can smell the BS
of fools, to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery! Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be! Fooled by a peaceful
Un!
He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom,
Lyrics
VERSE 1:
Saw me waiting by the stairs
Smell of whiskey on your breath
Saw it coming
Didn't stop it
Took your photos off the wall
Every place
I'll do this by myself
Cause when I look to me that's the place that I find my help
No cry for help
I have my own back
So I'm beside myself
I'd cry in
love, love is all you do
I should know by now the way I fought for you
You're not to blame
Always ends the same
I know you think that your safe Mister
never enough
For
..
You
TIIIIIIIIIME-to set the record straight
TIIIIIIIIIME-to stop communicating
Please anticipate
AND I'M TRYING TO COMPREHEND
the night on my phone
Is there somebody keeping you?
Well I wonder if they know about
I wonder if they know about
Please stop my mind from seeking doubt
I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
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