Lyrics:
tell how I’m rollin
Is to myself, by myself I don’t know what the hell they smoking
I don't take them pills, I just make them bill
That they say they
better watch what you say
From these industry fucks to these faggot-ass punks
You don't know what it takes to get this motherfucking drunk
I'm already
better watch what you say
From these industry fucks to these faggot-ass punks
You don't know what it takes to get this motherfucking drunk
I'm already
a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen
(Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen
Pump the bass in the trunk
It
the cheat code:
Three red hearts under our old photo
And here we go again I entertain the fantasy
I hear the brass band play in Barcelona streets
They hit a D
benefited the doubt
Wanted to see if you would work it out
Soon you reach your front of calm
Walked round by rehearsing psalms
Then you smiled with
masquerades on the avenues, no brass bands, no bamboo knocking, no wrist, no rubber, no steel, no color, the city seems ghostly bare
So he asks the dust
nothing into something
No heart, bitches know I'm thuggin
Spent a band on my drip, now it's over flooding (Over flooding)
Could give a fuck 'bout what they
city gave you brass and bounce and make it work
Gave you Juvie, Wayne, B.G. and that boy Turk
What kinda city make you bounce, show your footwork
can tell how I’m rollin
Is to myself, by myself I don’t know what the hell they smoking
I don't take them pills, I just make them bill
That they say
the unconscious
With the rhythm and content, beat shaking the complex
And I take it with me, travel the earth
And rhyme with my memories and all that i've learned
to god knows where
To the playing of the town brass band
To fight for king and country
In a distant, foreign land
They gave their lives at Passchendale
afford I can't miss a sale
Tryna raise another 50 then I take it off the wishing well
Never had a job I can't tell ya how legal feels
But I know about
machine
Show no love ya must be outta
Ya mind if you think you
Got what it takes to put this
Mother fucking creature to sleep
That's right you? catching
make me sick when they
reach you it's not good their purpose is to keep all
you in line for the rest of your meaningless lives take
initiative now by
gonna love yeah
They keep telling me I rap insane and to drop more tracks under my own name
It got out of hand with that metal band now I realize it's
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
still run in the streets
30 past 5, I been kept inside my mind
Message getting by, they ain't catching my reply
See it in they eyes, catch a fucka by
well these streets painless
Gotta take ya time, ya gang gang (gang)
You don't wanna feel my pain
It's gon' drive you insane (Future)
I dread, I
Take a nigga out the ghetto,
But you can take the ghetto out of me
Bitch I'm a G,
I got to eat on these streets
Survive on these streets
I'm a die
don't wanna clap and sing along
But this brass bands playing all my favorite songs
I don't wanna enjoy the sights that I see
But I am surrounded by all
the manual it's still automatic
I don't need your approval, I don't need your committee
I don't need no brass rings handed out by a city
I shattered
back on the streets like it ain't no riddle
How ling will this last, you seem to love crime
Today you're out here, tomorrow you do crime
Word is bond,
it don't infect the scabs
I wreck the wrath
Unleash the brass
Destroy the aftermath
Real life psyhco path
I'm Michael bad
I might go off
Break your
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