Lyrics:
you're so pretty
And just because your mama thinks you're hot
Well just because you think you've got somethin' that no other girls has got
You've caused
They hollering at the K back
MI crooked slay that
Been killing beats since adapt
Yeah me and rhymes go way back, way back
Time machine flow when I
Radio, TV, and even the press
That was the meanin of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt
Means nobody wanna be down when you're
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
Dealey
right way for me
To make it
She corrects me when I do wrong
She made me respect everyone
Everything i am today
Na by her wonders
Super duper mama wonders
When I come out with them M&Ms (oh)
And tell you to count up this big bankroll
Everything good though
Told me stop trapping but you told me
That you
It'll feel good when it quits hurtin'
And you know that mamas always lie
And if this hurt will go away
then I'll feel good again someday
And I won't ever
green silk
Child #63
recorded by Peggy Seeger & Ewan MacColl on Blood & Roses I
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===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
Reality, see when you're blessed just kill critics
Bugatti never meant I'm rich, just God fearing
Look at me steering, got the blogs staring
Gotta good
(that's a good look)
Better yet a hood look, believe me (ladies that's a good look)
When you're in them big meetings, for the mills (that's a good look)
(that's a good look)
Better yet a hood look, believe me (ladies that's a good look)
When you're in them big meetings, for the mills (that's a good look)
getting sleepy on
Them fuckin' flights nigga
But I gotta make sure my mama
Got on the lights nigga
And make that my people good for life nigga
I know my
knowing good from rotten
You're telling me
When something new pops up every day
You're telling me
It's only new, though, for now
Nouveau
destined to rise like the Son of Rebecca
Don't stop for a second
Every man reckon, it sure would be good to be there
Whether Zion or Mecca
When the gates
yeah I'm grown
Come here baby let me tell you how I like it
This a ocean not a kiddy pool, be cautious when you're diving
Want a nigga with some money
Reality, see when you're blessed just kill critics
Bugatti never meant I'm rich, just God fearing
Look at me steering, got the blogs staring
Gotta good
a beautiful soul
Had only good intentions and a heart made of gold
And by writing this song I hope my half was made whole
Rest in peace Mikayla, you're
If you're listening...
And we go round and round
Life is just a moment in time...
(Slim Kid3)
I recall being three when Sunny passed away one
The world can be a lonely place
When you're just a name without a face
You can disappear without a trace and be gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Heaven gotta
guilty when you're innocent, is the only test I fear
There is one thing that's for sure, and I want to make this shit clear (for sure, clear)
I done
sicker than the ocean
Hit Roy for hip, no sis
It's the trickster, who don't know this?
I'm the action of your rifle that jam when you're in a jam
I'm
featuring The Reepz
Intro:
[Sound Of Radio in the background]
[Sound Of Woman and Tray Lee in the background]
[Phone
through the door then they say, "Ayo, Lee!"
That's my government, see, what you know of me?
Hunting in the East since I stood at only half a knee
When I hit
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