Lyrics:
I'll still up the fire
Big motley big b
Hell yeah I bang five
I'll slide with a crip
Have em shoot at your eye
Talking bout he was sliding
Really be
a build man muscle
And a time fi wi improve now
Tell mi fam dem nuh injure
Cah we affi mek a big move
Inna e second half do nuh play wing youth
Strike
breast
Coming from the land of the free
We ain't got no slaves
We used to big dick though
Ain't no daves
Better strap up
This is not your lane
I own
when we ride)
Thug alibi till I die (Alibi till I die)
By any means in gon’ survive
(By any means I’m gon’ survive)
We tore them choppas when we slide
Hussle, Dom Kennedy
E-40, Common, Big K.R.I.T
Kevin Gates, Dave East
Fabolous, Meek Mill, Drake
Joyner Lucas, Logic, & Travis Scott
Catch a glimpse
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You
It's true, overdue, and plain to see,
They say, we're standing firmly in the rain
Simply waiting for it to stop they said,
That we should build new
of leviathan land
Fire and brimstone, fighter no
Tiger by the toe
Kick and bicker while the evil
Images flicker and grow
Predatory ghouls that rule
The roost
skunk, must be drunk
Powder their nose, plowing through snow
Either way sounding like crackpots, sounding like coke
I'm tryna build my power up, then build
I grow in it?
Throw a booth in the place, imagine how I'd flow in it
Outer space bars, Ozs to the face, y'all
Bowl by the hottub in case, y'all
Plush
the hundreds
Live and die before we see your symbols burn in fire by the hundreds
Lowkey that doesnt sound too bad
Once upon a time now
Once upon a time these
Lunchtime Friday, leave work early
Rushing through the suburbs to the station to catch the train
Heading up to town to Dave's to get my glad rags
(What you gotta do?) Build me some wealth (Let's go)
I was by myself (I was all alone)
Laced them up, chasing that hood fame (Then what)
Found a wife. Got
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You
gold frosted or ceramic
Told bro spin it so he spun it
We are not the same, big Mike's from a whole different-
Top bins, what a set piece, fling it in
from now till I retire
Throw fire like street fighter
Beheaded by frankensteiner
Low power, I'm in need of an outlet
I'm into doing damage that you
When I was making classics they was watching beans
Had the submarine no I ain't ever seen a submarine (fire)
Used to dream of big houses with
in his abdomen
Caused by a fire poker used on him
Feed me
Every time something goes wrong with one of their deals, they always blame me
Drugs,
see these McBane brothers
They'll throw you off a stage
For staging theatrics
We'll call your card by name
Why d'you think we're called the McBanes
Just
down the chimney and oh, by Jiminey
In a fire he was fried
Oh, oh, oh, the three little free little pigs
Just winked and laughed, ah, woo
Who's
And I ain't ever need to be saved by the bell
I could drive an hour to see Dave Chappelle
And laugh my ass off at the jokes that he tell
Step right up
[Featuring Da Hound Soulja Slim]
Go head big baby
Soulja Slim's in this mothafucker with Da Hound from girttown
and see mothafuckin' Murder
In line with the teaching's of the modern day bible
Addictive, catchy, narcissistic, for blacks, whites and LGBTQ
Like Dave Chappelle funny so I
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