Lyrics:
jemima syrup,
He bent over and he put his head between his legs
And he said to those little flies in a clear, impressive voice
"new york!"
projects thick
Don't come to my projects if you ain't with this clique
In my projects
Now let me tell you 'bout them kingpins
Droppin' Y2K Benz on them
Want you by my side
Want you back in my life
I just need some time
Yea I need some time
I get high just to forget I'm not always there
For you
Never
To Paris or Monaco
And all these voices in my head
Sound like they would understand
Now I'm waking up without the sight of you
I keep shaking, love please
she's there if I'm in need
While I'm at shows getting tempted by girls that are on their knees
You know I'm only a teen, it's like my eyes started
or to whut tha voices say
Like may day, spray like an AK, like fug whut they say
Pop up like hey hey, do tha nae nae, like it's all k k
Caiman is not tha
I'm Prayin on the spirit in renewing my mind
And the ways of the battle won't sway me
Works of a man won't save me
Saved by the grace God gave me
Trust
Flip]
Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in
And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south candy paint bumper grill
I wanna tell you bout the world and just how I view it
I wanna tell you bout my soul I pour it out in music
I would tell you bout my girl but that
him in his face
Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired
Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds
I
ho
Said that hit kat
Short dress, head and that bizac
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain't bloodin nigga
Pass blunts to my cousins nigga
can't trust um
Ain't no love in the battlefield
Yeah it's real grab the steel
Niggas know that I'm bout my bread
Fuck with me nigga Imma aim at your head
on bags on bags ain't none of this shit gone last
24k don't tarnish bitch, no point in digital dash when you flyin'
You wouldn't survive through my past
I
coming, yeah, I got me a lot
Yeah, got a whole lot, guap, got a whole lot, guap
Brand new zip code, brand new thot
Voice in my head want me kill myself,
yo!
(Double K)
Ay, what's up? What's up?
Man, fuck these motherfuckers
(Voice in the background)
Party's over,
Everyone out of my house!
(Double K
head already goes to worst case scenario
Though in the first place (ah, fuck)
But you confirmed my low-end theory, though
Should've known when I made
head already goes to worst case scenario
Though in the first place (ah, fuck)
But you confirmed my low-end theory, though
Should've known when I made
stitches in my head
I've got seven stitches
I should be dead!
She thought that I would understand
Her fucking another man
I said
Fuckin O.K.
I got sick
stitches in my head
I've got seven stitches
I should be dead!
She thought that I would understand
Her fucking another man
I said
Fuckin O.K.
I got sick
fuck?)
Rock Louie glasses 'cause I'm so blinded by the fake
That stabbed me in my back but they be smilin' in my face (they be smilin' in my face)
that maple syrup, he bent over and he put his head between his legs and he said in a very clear, impressive, RON HUBBARD-type voice...
"NEW YORK!"
cut off the brick
Yeah, this right here fish scale, and I ain't cuttin' shit
Yeah, hundred for a gram, to give your nose a fix
Voices in my head, I need
the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
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