Lyrics:
behind
Need to leave you behind
Ballwin I'm driving by
Bye if for the last time
Can I ask why
Is that my fault
Or is it you the one whose in the bad
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
Through a b**** is how I met that n**** with a baby 'fro
Mariner's Village has in it bassas who look for blow
I was by the mailboxes when asked where
Gold up for keeps and I ain't sellin' shit
But if they bad enough then come and lick it off a Melvin stick
I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one
of the kingdom
Is locked up in its dungeon vaults
The castle floor lies in traps
With coiled wires set back
Decoyed by old cheese, now the drawbridge
Has been
Building my nation
Generate wealth, yea feel the vibration
Hope that this lasts for ten generations, but it's just day by day shit
Pardon
I'm in the sky like
His Perfect Spotless Lamb
Lyrics by Terry Meek
Music by Melvin Knoblett
We're all born with that old sinful nature.
It's been around since cdam
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Welcome.
It is I that you see.
Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.
Listen.
Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?
'cause
You, think your slick in every way
Changing up the codes on your phone everyday
Is it something that your trying to hide from me?
I never gave you
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
skin, but by your mind, is you Satan or divine?
What's your ideology?
Either change your behavior or save your apology
I spit it like I gotta get it
bump it back to back
Gold Chain diamonds shining with the Throne attached
I'm in the lions den battling back to raps
Inspired by the God MC you know
to fucking god that the thing don’t jam
I seen some stains where it used to be people
I’ve seen some bodies that died by needle
Bodied by tracks in their arms
Up with the sun in the kitchen like Melvin
I'm in the trap doing numbers like Belly
You don't want beef and I do not suggest it
Don't come to me like
I don't play
Nowadays this shit is getting too fake
When I say I love you
You could take it two ways
One side is me lying right to your face
The other
you're rocking with the proverbial dragon
Whose smashing these hasbeens with rap is my passion
So when you feel the heat Fiyablasta packing
You'll be
Girl I didn't know you so naughty
Slide on it
Tell her bring it back
And put the vibe on it
Ride on it
Tell me whose it is
And she put mine on it
Err
456
you said, ohh
There's gotta be a better way, ohh
Who is the predator, whose the prey
Who gets the bill, when its time to pay
c
broke kids is calling me rich
Wanna be called by the coach, he got me warming the bench
All cause I broke our star player ankle,
It seems I still can't
Phillipe
Just dropped a tape, so it’s back to the streets
I do not play that no fuck-shit on me
I own the city they gave me a key
Signed by Colgate 'cause I
bought me a chain yeah
Ice on my neck drip drip
Ice on my bitch drip drip
Ice in my cup drank drank
Whose at the door bang bang
I'm surrounded by gang
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