Lyrics:
Not fazed by your team
You niggas ain't did a thing
Speak down on us but low-key you's a fan, nigga
On god, niggas better pray that this jam, nigga
was stupid I got off track
cause about that point everything went black
the next thing I remember is a head ache nagging
I woke up face down in the back
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
pilgrimage to the
Royal Recording Studio
The "windowless cave" where Willie
Mitchell cut the tracks
That made Green a black pop superstar
I went to worship in
gotta get back Gotta stay on track, gotta get all packed
Need to put on wax, only speak straight facts Know the laws of track, gotta live pro-black
Nigga,
been searching all this time
For the key to success and the good life
I won't let it pass me by
It's time that I rise with the high tides
If you fall
from them counterfeit
That's three for a bag, P's in the bank
G's on the cap and keys for the Jag
Few boys graft hard, few boys sell nosey
Motion Picture analyze the world plus it hits ya
Dominate ya scripture
Wild black infera,protecting your perimeter
Rockin Jew-waal bring
tracks
I started to scream but you never looked back
Your memory fades but this pain is a ghost
Haunted by whispers that linger like smoke
God I wish you'd
Enough to get you off the fence maybe
But 10 tracks in and you ain't feeling it
I guess it's just not for you
Or you're just damn crazy
Maybe both
Prolly
I'm tryna hop in a Benz
Another day a lotta rain outside
Ganja to brain keep the pain inside
Days go by all the same sometimes
I know it's bout
Yeah ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha see'mon
Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d
??
Sniff a whole key
My coke deep
Be my conscious tellin' me
Yeah ha... we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha see'mon
Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d
????
Sniff a whole key
My coke deep
Be my conscious tellin'
the skies
Keeping them shades on my eyes yeah you know how it goes
You know my love sleep by my bed side
Strings of hearts and keys you can bet I
Treat that
I'm feeling like a Don
Whole city on my back
I work through the night
It's like I'm running track
Think they got bars
But really that's a cap
I set
the track like I'm a Greyhound
I hit the snooze
But I'm alive and I'm awake now
(I'm Alive)
I'm alive
You man are all fake
I realised
When I looked you
What's good?
This track's about to get SkullKrunched!
And mothafuckin' HeadKicked! Let's do this!
Hide your keys cuz I'm Grand Theftin'
I'm
the belly
Now I got a bigger stomach on me
(No shame) I don't wanna lose pounds
(No way) I don't wanna lose out (No pain
No gain) It's like being a black belt
tribes, like a thief in the dark
You can't see with your eyes; I hold the keys to my own fate, no dre spinning dope tracks
With a hint of a gold plate,
jet black
Gave her some head like a motherfucking fresh track
They must be doing a promotional tour or something
Bitch threw that pussy at me,
on the track
And most joints just be silver and black
Where they sharp as a tack
If you’re dummy it’s better
If you see one of these shoe players
You’ll finally
got the keys to the rented Corvette
Can't catch me, I'm the man in all black
I been a nice chap since Catman on crack
Fuck that, I been nice way
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
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