Lyrics:
the truth
Here's to the future for the dreams of youth
I want it all (give it all I want it all)
I want it all (yeah)
I want it all and I want it now
I want
more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
By the time you get this letter
I might be doin' better
It's kinda hard tryin' to survive
In all this crazy weather
Everybody wants my number
of many tricks and tools and joy
With a battery of guilt on which to poise
Down by the shore, a funny foal
Who bit my wings and ate 'em whole
You left
wings and fly
You think you can shut me down
This is my playground
Begin your countdown, I will knock you down
And I know that I'm right for
to doctor basics
Bladed secada wings offer awkward facelift
Leak laser to fade shit
I splash commoner fragments, rattle crews, cattle lose
Fabulous four
started nigga
Why you had to come all the way
Over here for a father figure
All that motivation I gave you
The only thing you grasped was
To go into Clips?
heart
Bringing you to tears, filling you with fears
For your mind and for your soul.
I touch you softly now,
Born on by hope until the end, somehow.
Plus we got tools in the back like we having some company
Boy these rockstar jeans now it's hard to keep stuffing
I tried to press play you was buffering
at church, prayed in the pulpit
I'm rocking Rollies with homies I made some moves with
I'm buying homes for the woadies we toted tools with
Quit acting
(Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do
in, no days out
No nine to five to get paid out
I'll pay for y'all but just ain't now
They don't had to fall for the setup
Thinking I will cave in, ha,
You run up on me and get smoked like a Dutch
Nigga what's up AR shells leave you all stuck go head and go try ur luck
I go so hard for the team
some new money today
Yeahhh
And everybody saying I changed
Hell yeah nigga I changed
All this pain
Left me no choice but to spread my wings
I ain't even
baby I miss you
Keep me a tool (keep me a tool)
I know you like the dark I like it too, huh
Huh, we don't got nothing to lose
Yeah, I just get dressed
[AIRBORNE]
VERSE
LIKE THIS IS ROLL CALL...
ITS TIME TO FORM IT UP-
FOR PT
1ST VERSE - LIGHT WORK
WE JUST WARMIN UP
& WHAT MIGHT
HURT LATER
YOU MIGHT
HATE
the president
Here is the fuckin' evidence
I dispense the truth, give away to the Youth
Violence is not the root, in fighting for the truth
In standing for
wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding
But real niggas'll still catch a nigga
Cop-cop 'Raris, I don't test
the social might fuck up a tool
YungHean is local his songs are on cue
Flyin like Dodo got wings on the coup (Skrt!, Skrt!)
Bitches in bach, I fuck em by group
what
You think that is ok
That’s word to mom and pops
Shoutout Marie y José
I live by knife y'all thriving on the hype
If you want my advice then
Strike
fronts up
Like we got here by dumb luck
But they just wanna become us
That's what's up when you come up
I move like a dump truck
Too long on the road
a Scarecrow
When everyone know you a dog you a perro
I'm here for the golds yeah I feel like a Pharaoh
Dripping in jewels I just soaked my apparel
I weight it
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