lirik lagu ghais guevara – i personally wouldn’t have released john mccain
n~ggas 42 and tryna bang
it’s time for jazz now
youngins f~cked you up cuz you can’t hang
oh what you mad now
i can’t do no beef
i’m steady trippin bout dis cash cow
tried to spin the block but we
got lost and now we assed out
black power fisted a cop’s wife
the vvs on the bezzle feel serrated like bread knife
the rifle got a hubble
he can shoot from a mad height
but only if i’m losin in the one on a bad night
stop tryna atone
we the type to give glass cannons a stone
let it known
doin dirt from the block
straight to the phone
for the throne
n~ggas know that that ruger sine qua non
if this my last time seein ya eyes
i love you so, tell the folks
that i’m tired of thuggin thru obituaries
n~ggas fake mad
know the death threats be temporary
scary hours for rappers that
let the labels do the talkin
that rebellion ain’t comin from in the office, n~gga
genetically predisposed to snow
to fund the anti~communists
wonderin since a jit why the folks
around me was somnolent
had to remain cognizant, vigilant
do my due diligence
when deliverin dissonance to blissfulness
witness the downfall and preclusion of mankind
product of those experiments like sol badguy
so why, delay promise
we been the jihadist
these n~ggas riskin they life for
these crackas like pocahontas
been a overachiever
so i don’t bang with the settlers
i’m dappin up with the rebels and
reformed dope peddlers
inshallah on top of the prison letters
lookin at her illnesses and
prayin she get better
d~mning the evanescence of solace
damages from the penmanship set fire
to the plans that they plotted
blood on my hands, i didn’t have any options
praise from the ones
that knew about my intentions
this is how they get us hector
they convince us that there is no future
there’s only an eternal now
bad b~tch lip locker, miraculous sh~t talker, clip stocker
yeah we really in them streets like jaywalkers
k!llas tote guns
was never down with the fencin
rob ya grave like you smitty werbenjagermenjensen
i ain’t gotta like a rapper
i’m denzel in fences
askin me for favors
i’m hesitant just to lend it
cause if a serpent get to hissin
what a inconvenience
now i gotta show a n~gga i ain’t with the tweetin
i put my shootas in my duas every nightfall
soldiers of the righteous
i hate when all of my knights fall
i been duckin raindrops, i’m a sun child
ever since i learned that my bloodline
was done foul
liquor and gun stores
down to the fentanyl
they got them lasers pointed at the
marginals like sentinels
they don’t wanna interview
cause every time i step on the mic
i get the urge to tell these crackas what we finna do
anglo anathema
shootas that come from attica, africa
givin crackas sciatica with the caliber
always quick to press a mother f~cker
like the graduate
know they sendin shots
but i don’t trip cause they not accurate, n~gga
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- lirik lagu memorial – old oaks
- lirik lagu pcn boladão – enquanto eu estiver vivo vou estar fazendo isso aqui
- lirik lagu khodah – open minds
- lirik lagu badmash wrld – bitch i’m back
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- lirik lagu waje – vibes
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