Lyrics:
on straight
All systems go cut the umbilical cord
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf
For what its worth my mum held me down one deep
Pops was
by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne
it's getting late at night
The fire's all raked and out goes the light
So now you've heard the story
of my old rig-a-doo
It's good-bye and God be with
blood and
The moan started, damn (they might ignore it again)
Sendin' their slaves for a death to satisfy an old silly man
But they will be stabbed,
a flame
A blue flame jumping off a gas stove
Somebody lit i was three years old
I felt fear, real fear
For the first time in my life but i
Remember it also
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
better place
July 4th when Chuy called me I was up in the rock
Lighting bottle rockets with my 4 brothers the Chac's
He told me that story's was true,
thinking Hatchbacks
Yo, bitch, she eating my pudding, snack pack
Clap at the bros and you know we gon' clap back
Lil bitch, I'm chasing riches by the day
mercy and grace
Turning to the whale and then he made a face
Said after three days and nights you have found
A good man, old sucker, you can't keep him
on straight
All systems go cut the umbilical cord
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf
For what its worth my mum held me down one deep
Pops was
on straight
All systems go cut the umbilical cord
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf
For what its worth my mum held me down one deep
Pops was
around, and
I'm touching my fucking limbs
And I'm good before anybody called me and
Said congratulations or anything nice
It had already changed it
Wasn't
(same here, just smashin')
(How the fam?) they all good my nigga, thanks for askin'
You and yours?
We all blessed, things ain't too bad
Still
arms.
Overwhelmed by my playboy charms
We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib
I ain't gotta explain what we did
Built to last I simply waxed
honor
I promise
We are not the same
I was a man of respect
Before you knew my name
I was losing sleep
They thought it was a hobby
Whole time
Knew it's
of a boss, attributes like debaters
Floor seats in the city by myself they like who the wolf?
Remember I was in a pack and overlooked
I ain't even shown my
Let me tell you about my life the story of a jit that nobody wanted nothing to do with
Everybody thinking I was stupid yeah
I was always in
and stuff
And stopped beating my white ass up
But woe is me, poor old Prhyme
I don’t mean to bitch and whine
Everybody has a story, up and down
And this is
good 'cause I'm off my feet,
Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street
And they saying:
My name is Sharina, my name is Busta
My name is
on straight
All systems go cut the umbilical cord
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf
For what its worth my mum held me down one deep
Pops was
Cause Mom Stays Up Late, She Seen Them Videos
Where Cancun College Students Pouring Water On Their Titties!
[Talking: Over Chorus]
Yeah Man, It's A Funny
on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
Rixh Reaper, gang, uh, Coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul, yeah, yeah
And man this shit done made me heartless
like Cam'ron
Huh' but you can't run
Creme de la creme what dis taste like
Big bite, Dessy bang my line I need that hurricane
Swim good, swear I feel
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