Lyrics:
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the news, check the views
Truth is misconstrued
On the Twitter talking bitter
Who gon’ trust in you
Word by my side, yeah
That’s my worldview
Looking
instead of killing each other
Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out
My list are strong its only
on street
Corners in a hoodie
His hair pulled back into
Cornrows "I was just learning my flow
" he says of this period
And he was also learning to write he'd
I ain't even have a tissue
Please Talk to me nice or just don't talk at all
If you gon judge gon head and judge
But please don't judge me by my flaws
judge a book by it's size
(Chorus: Suli4Q)
I know I f***d up in the past
You can't judge me you ain't GOD
I know karma's on my a**
You can't judge me
than you FUCK THEM ALL... don't judge me by my words
I rather die by the truth, than dying in lying (don't mind the ruthers) CoviD 19 money making
mister?
Judge Turpin: “Mr. Todd?”
[Dramatic Instrumental]
Judge Turpin: “Where is she?”
Sweeney Todd: “Below, your honor. With my neighbour. Thank
in my mind I already know if they're
Rich or poor, fake or real, do they even belong here
Man if I could, I'd probably just make them dissa
Whoa, ok I
Free my niggas
Tell em Free my niggas
Tell em Free my niggas
When you locked up in a box the Only friend you have
Is a pen and a pad
Hard to see my
in the streets kid
The R-O-C exclusive remix, motherfucker
I got my mind right, money right
And this nine right here?
Who want a war? Nigga I'm
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
men will tell no tales."
And pursued we were by many a ship, by frigates and liners too,
Till at last, the British man-o-war, the Dungeness, hove in
in the streets kid
The R-O-C exclusive remix, motherfucker
I got my mind right, money right
And this nine right here?
Who want a war? Nigga I'm
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
You 'bout to get 30'd like a Xanax
Pussy you gettin' beat and the people
Can see it like OnlyFan sex
Ya damn ex was in my DM like Dark Man X
Prayers go
and mental, but we still at war. Ok
Imagine seeing ya baby just laying dead in the streets. When he was just going to the store to get him something to eat.
think you can't drop 'em no more
War ready nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales
don't judge me
(I thought we'd last for some time)
I said please don't judge me
So please don't judge me
(I want you here my whole life)
I said please
keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin'
keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin'
Pickin' up my pieces gettin' hard for me to shape this
Nah I can't take it
Feelin like I hate this
Voices in my head it's gettin' hard for me to shake
for the rest
Stored treasure locked away in a chamber when he rests
Fall of an empire another one rise up
War builds monuments crumbled by infighting
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