Classroom enough led too fill a stash room,. Lighting up ,. Knowing I'm still tight enough ,. While the bitters rust,. I admire guts,. Not a violent cuz,. But the trident on this type a slug,. Might get you wired up ,. For the nicest rush ,. I'm fired up ,. Hump day ,. Middle of the week,. What the punk say,. Tell em too be brief ,. Or catch the pump from the 12 gauge ,. Even 12 played ,.
Ok...ghea.......make cake..makes cake ..feels great ..tony the tiger mode it's ..GREAT..BEEF.... Want beef? WHERES THE PLATE...ARMED READY TOM BRADY SET HIKE ..LIKE MIKE J so hype..cars be Black on black Good night.
skip rock flips to the beat, her eyes, she looks back, shimmer in the heat, she say my tube sox make her wet, this is a swaggers dream, my flow a rough-diamond sell, like drivin a vovlo in stalagmite hell. my wack flow grab you at such a speed, bag pipes that make niggas ears bleed
name in the bible but nigga this isnt tribal chosen for my greatness and met the expectations this is real dedication killing beats no hesitation fuck yo bitch then got detention cause i was bustin a nut in the bathroom told her shawty please dont moannnn----sooo loud, now im running the town whats a king without his crown a broken down sad clown now im explain you im sorry that you couldn't make it but i aint got no worries real rapper shit im carrying 20 zips n if get caught ill see you 20 years bitch words from the outs but ive been puttin in work whippin my wrist trappin rapping how can i forget how i got here trying how i got here writin, now my email full producers trynna sign me, but the label they cant buy me they dont have enough money for my fucking soul im drinking out a gold chalice when im chillin in my palace i can break your balance
hated being broke so i went and did me sum don't be judgein on me when u aint even done nun 13 thousand racks in jeans just to keep my blood flowin see i run on hussle came from the struggle i was weak but i gained muscle this shit was tough we aint had enough till i started flippin life was feelin so rough jUst wanted to give up then i seen my brothers eyes seen the sorrow and loss all in his dim eyes the dimese nd all the lies i want u to be like me servin frys and bustin yo ass of for a minimum check just to find out that all goes to the rent got my mind bent i must prevent i muss put on for those who had less we all stressed only 3% of America's got next but wait my nigga people love that money that could give a fuck about some ugly old bummy not even funny they only laugh cause i bet you gave yo mans a bengi
I think it was prophesized for me to realized I am the hottest... shout out to Lakshmi and Vishnu gods and goodesses... surrounded by demons the follow my every wish and command... I bring them niggas down with one demand... bless me with abundance and prosperity as well as my family ... I'm protected by my ancestors watch over me... they lead and guide me in ways that you wouldn't believe...
ya baby they cant do it like us the living the dream we are the dream you get me 100 cases a day in my city since when did everybody start calling the city the 6 when the cops were about to pull thats when you said 6 up i dont know if its your money but i cant trust it somethings in city hall that has to be disscussed the people sherbourne and dundas dont give 2 fucks standing by the cn tower remeber the history of these streets im a different lane still by standing the corner all you want is money all want is justice for homies resting in peace theres was no investagion so for me its easier for me to beleive he killed by police who really run these streets the kilo dealers or the politicians i dont else how to rap on the track i dont give fuck a gucci bag or nice a condo everybody inside on a rainy day im walking by the graveyard still burning slow serving food at the salvation army giving back to these streets helping dope fiends its real on the inside but its worse in your dreams
My mind's fucked up I got a couple screws loose/ got your bird tied up/ lets play Duck duck Goose/ you aint in the P'sB.S/ you don't have a blues clue/ have your mama looking at you and your friend's body like who's who?/ Got the green got to watch for the rangers when they singing on the damn flute/ just in case I got a lawyer to beat the case he's a Jew too/ B.A.R.S!!!!!
Yeah, a little clipping on the bass, but this is almost so spot on, the strings almost were making me wanna tear up. I think that background riff is so pretty. Good remake.
