Lyrics:
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All
At this game
I can't lose
Powered by the sun
We don't need those shoes
Still man over machine
I'm rolling triple sevens
No waste when we are
South of 60
theirs to choose
It's our life we'll fight for night and day
So here's to us, we're living our way
(We're living our w-)
Not a second to waste
And I've
And we're back ladies and gentlemen for the fourth and final quarter
Don't you change that dial, this is gonna be a good one
It's a close game
by the mouth
(By the mouth, on the hook
Second chance is all it took)
Face first, leaning in trying not to get close
But the second that I did it's
on
Fighting when the fights on
Eucharist keep me strong
Follow Me
Second hill If need help I know Mary will
Make fun of u wanna keep clownin on her Til the day
(man's brain)
Things just won't be the same (the same)
It's gonna be a whole new game (a whole new game)
New lessons will be taught
Meaningless fights
day
And left me all alone
And let me figure out
How the world works on my own
When I was seven
I got a new dad
We were living in fear
Because he was
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
Yeah them clout chasing fuckers the ones I detest
I'm keeping my souls and your ears fucking blessed
Bring in the hook next
Live another day, gonna live
life
Don't give up the fight for your life
You shall live and not die
Life to your spirit, life to your soul
May God bless your spirit
By His word
emcees overlapped by security guard saying:*
Alright, alright fellas, fellas, fellas, fellas, hold on, hold on,
hold up a second
You guys, you guys can't
permanent
Stain pushed away the fame and I'm still on the unashamed train
Still think I'm second let me see you rap like this
Gonna throw the shade at me
live
With somebody close to his heart, open wounds were never cured
And then she turned around and cheated
He only hit her once but when he did it he was
we'll make
The fight is on, let's dance
Tonight's our second chance
We're facing death still standing
We're the ones who write our ending
Feel
to an end and you say listen Paul Taylor I'm done with this job I'm gonna ask you one more time going extra month just fight one more extra month of that
on the grass and fight, fam
Swag got me off 7Up
Then I drink so much, I am a Sprite man
Do it solo, I don't wanna hype man
I can make a song off top, I rock
on him
I figured, now's about the time to let the beatin' begin
I waited for a second
Nobody made a move
I'm thinkin' if a fight breaks out
What will I do
After writing one song, I found that it was easy to write the second song and it was easier to write the third and the fourth and the fifth. I made
yeah
Gonna fight til I get bloody hands
There be levels better understand
Everyone knows that I run it
I be staying on track
They blowing it cause they
'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out
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