Word up, word up
Its that murder
That mellata, motivational music
Made for them different niggas that do the impossible
Get your way though
I don't even know how to start this
Criminology, rap pornography, black mahogany
Literally will knock back your lobotomy
The whack acknowledge me, knowledge seed no minor league
Modena repper, street accessor I’m signed to me
Macadocious, morning time mimosas, porcupine on the loafers, I spit the rhymes for the culture
No consultor, clever, never or roaster, toasting to whatever the wetter the better the chocha
Sosa, seen you dictator demeanor
A scorer in the player arena, got my lawyer to wave a sopena
Let the Mahalia linger
I prevail, rock a nigger jail ring on my finger from Argentina
To the heist in Brooklyn, my life pushing
So nice without the ice, then bag your wife woofing
Why I wouldn't
Its bigger than the money I'm stunting
See alot of y'all ain't learn nothing
Where the real at
Perignon pourer
Very calm aura
Roley arm looks so phenom under water
So I'm far from the floorver
I spawn with a quarter
Spanish blonde, at the River Palm, about to order
Maturer, came from the kid off the corner
How I lived ain't no telling what I did in my former
I warn you, impeached all ready for war the most adored were the deli that pour from the poor
Touch blow look at the menthol's that linen shit
You can look but won't find a Limbaugh my sentiments
See I trash laws the tribe of Shabazz
Had fast splitting gram rap niggers are sad
Couldn't fast
On so many different occasions, no relation
When God homes, invasions my occupation
Lets get more money and hoes switching clothes
My mind sticks to the code
compositores: Cookin Soul
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