a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in god it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from who you be with keep this a
: I am such a sucker And I'm always the last to know My insides are copper And I'd kill to make them gold Conversation got me here: another night alone
I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place
just what I am. Scary." Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Nah, bitch, Super Balls, is the name And I come from a far away planet Southwest
Seems as our plans to get a grant Then go off to college, didn't pan or even out We need it now, we need a town We need a place to pitch, we need a mound
, in the rain Ten hours is too much time to think I wrote a song I'd never sing About a queen who lost her crown About a boy who almost drowned These
But is it cool to rap about gold If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali!) First nigga with a Benz and a backpack Ice chain, Cardi
her back, gravity's angel, with a great view See she's a true novice, (novus), ordo seclurum See a skewed vote is just more dough to secure em To a view
ain't no dope On the streets (Big Boi) And a quarter of time to feed me That's all a nigga like me need Talking about that Southern sess now you all
but you crashed your plane You used to be fly but you crashed your plane {*sample*} I said you used to be fly but you crashed your plane {*scratched
whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard? I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher See I don't know about
m pissin You're goin down, get in that plane crash position Turbulence ahead, boy you must be sick in the head Go get Excederin, or get intelligent Recognize a
and clear, in your eardrum New York to England, tight like a snare drum Maxim, Poetic and Diamond J Help you find a way before mankind decays La la-la
Planet Asia] Yard Members, School Yard Riders namsayin? Bring it back to this real shit (Hey, we recordin?) (Our block, our block) (We're about to ride
somehow But anticipation's leaving me no doubt About how it will be When you let go of your fear and release Chorus Let's move it to the fast lane Take a
my wrist was another I make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle Peyton Manning flow, I
everyone that he can touch he said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash Not somebody that you play around with much Miss Delilah is his a