Lyrics:
Still got work to do, without no fringe benefits
And sayin', ""Phonte ain't rippin' it""
That's oxymoronic like Icy Hot or ABB Distributing
I mean, it's
clear
Who knows what answers you may find?
One secret shared
One river flows
One world kept spinning all along
One simple life
One hundred thousand
sense anymore.
The paint flows and draws this new world.
A place beyond my dreams
A place beyond my dreams
Words are tangling in harmony.
A place beyond
haters gon' hate
So let my work rate vindicate. And, if it ain't, then say it to me
You wanna hate me then hate me
When you on top there's-there's envy
- we work together fair
Then you come in and wreck the joint without a bit of care
When the bubble bursts and the oil flows you're first to run away
up a coke line
So fly see me chillin' in a bow tie
Putting in work, Merk, send it for the whole line
Oh my, he's just chillin' like a veteran
I'm
time to blow
glide in tha breeze you can feel tha flow
Get high (x2)
business it always comes first
when I'm through progressin’ with my works
I
who don't eat swine
In a positive line, and my mind is divine
Explodes in a flow of melody
Open your eyes fight the tragedy, brother wake up
Wake
my side
I heard your new album, I hope you retire
We got family ties
It's a scary sight
They said don't work for family
But we gave all our
Guess who I'm with (yo)
Big Tobz and shit
Ay pass me the phone real quick
Ever seen a nigga with a flow this sick
And true say, I've got
rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry
Cover up from head to foot but the breeze still a blow
Me affi punch the clock by a quarter to nine
Like it or not me affi work overtime
Immigrants'
Flows hotter than 100 degrees
They must be freezing, yeah
I can't tell a lie pon track, why's that?
'Cause I'm a realist yeah, yeah
They don't
nothing inside of your makeup, that shit ain't work
In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
I'm moving just like the pope
Evolve
up like a Mexican wrestler
This a gift from God, baby, I'm just a messenger
Elevator flow, 47 gon' level up
Lord knows
I been through hell to put
I told them I was sick with the flow
One day you going to have me on repeat
I am not stopping till I'm sick with the dough
I Caught a flu blow out
a nigga ain't seen, nigga (know what I'm talkin' bout)
Almost did life when I was fifteen, nigga (know what I'm talkin' bout)
Doing dirty work for me
up and girl get naked
Respected, because I work hard for my cash
Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash
Look out below, my flow will hit your brain
I got
It's the beat that never stops
And my blood that never flows
There's no substance in my life
It's that rush that never dies
Blood red, be cool
When you’re movin in
Like amphetamin
Wanna get it in
What you thinking about
Gotta work it out
Boy you make me shout
Well I’m getting hot
Watch me
day's work I guarantee
there just isn't anywhere better to be
If you're unable to find good company
You can always sit down and watch the color TV
imagination
The place I want to go
An island for away, unbeknown to most
Where it's warm and
The beer streams flow
Sandy beaches and a deep blue ocean
walk the earth just like God works in mysterious ways
Your spirits is swayed
Every time my lyrics is played
So please stop givin' these lyricists
the streets, do some of the devil's work, then murk
It feels good son, it's great to scheme
It's all dirty money so wash your hands after you calculate the cream
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