Lyrics:
like that Disney mouse
Never thought that making music was my way out
Give it a year and we gon see how all this play out
What would I do without you?
gear (Run that)
Get left for a wrong stare
Friend's a dub when intentions ain't clear (Been a dub)
Death is a caveat of economy
D.A. prosecutes Lil' Bro
Walk everyday through crowds of people not one man knows who i am,
Not one man i can call my friend,
Man, you don’t know what i do for a living,
You
lead to tab's
Or robbin' they rab's for blow
I dropped out and learnt my math's got to get
The gat to mash and get that cash
From rap book to stash
For
I lived for these moments with you
Inside, Harley sit's in front of
The Joker in a
Straitjacket as she takes something
From her purse what do you got?
Yeah, that double barrel need a couple beams
They wanna chip a mind trip and, baby, up my streams
That's how I'm swimmin', hear the hissin' from
Are you getting it yet
Let me ask you a question
What is it that is your bear
Could be the death of a loved one
A lost relationship shared
A friend you
from a baseball
We laughed and cried, told stories all night long
From the book of John
Now the pot of coffee's almost gone, as we turn another page
to write bro you seen what I drew
Have a piece of the pie in exchange for the view
You know niggas ain't shit man I thought that you knew
Niggas ain't
Not me
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
(He's only seventeen years old, make some noise for Dizzee Rascal)
What you know about that? (What you know about that?)
On Sight, what you know
on the breeze
That flow around me just like the elevated leaves
'I know what you are searching for and you do too
It's at the center of your being it's what makes
your neighborhood bros
You had a question and asked the man, "What are those"
I have proof that all your videos are click bait
That's why everyone gives
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, ugh
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin'
you can see
Yes, I've been blinded totally
Oh please, don't pass me by
Well, I sing this for the Jews and the
Gypsies and the smoke that they made
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
goes by I'm so polite hmm... you're very pretty
Well ain't that nice
We keep our dreams in big glass bottles
By the bathroom door
Just waiting for
album flop and looking like we don't know what happened
Used to think it was about pursuing a deal
Only three niggas moving units for real
That's Drizzy
[Mad Lion:]
Oh someone go on like them ya born to find if I bought them
Born for prime star
They are my friend, or they are my enemy
So you call
cute, full of too much sass
I met a life long friend, played guitar until my fingers bled
Made an album together that wasn't good
I read a lot of books
hidin' from me
(What the fuck, nigga?)
I'ma hold it down for God
I don't care who ridin' for me
Mama havin' dreams, she cryin' to me (Mama)
Prepared for
can , turn around do your due for the money, what's the risk you would take for the cake, type of shit that the hooligans hunting, got em looking from
Took that nightmare left turn to get out of town
Ran into the decreasing speed limits again
What should I do? (Eat breakfast)
What should I do? (Eat
a bundle of this
For the jungle lists, jump to this
Kris from that Bronx, New York
You best a-walk or get bucked like a pork
Rewind, stop whining I'm
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