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Title | I |
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Artist | FTL_Sol |
Album | Only The Sun |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Detrimental to they innocence, I'm in this bitch Rapping not only for mine but for your benefit My greed is creed born sinner, originist Trying to get every single dollar by the individge By the end of this, I'll either be your hero or your nemesis Mixed race supremacist, kicking shit Listen up and reminisce of times simpler than this Deal with it like you got balls or bitch like you a feminist Quit the shit talking niggas, often how I'm killing shit Just because your lenders late, and your bills are pissed Negative notions cut open, I spill the mist He had balls after all but he was still a bitch These fuck boys mistake kindness for weakness The bleakness that leeches beseeches and reaches Each and every one of us leaving some of us speechless But some of us get blunted up and come up with these speeches Peaches, is what my State's famous for And the "beaches," I say that like I'm Spanish brah I'm in my motherland, the world of coke, the world of hope The world of nope it's no promotion from these heinous fucks The pain it comes, and arises like a latent sun I'm baking up more since my nigga Baker jumped Sometimes I want to hit the street, and get the base to jump But get to thinking I ain't Scarface just face it chump After all a scar's a mark made and nothing more I'm catching feelings bout some feelings I got nothing for I'll probably just wake up tomorrow still fucking poor I got a good girl but still feel I need a fucking whore What do I do? What do I say? I'm making moves, I'm making pay An eighth a day, and that's the minimum Who would've guessed that bragging's in my goddamn curriculum If you ain't down with it, nigga then back off I'm goin down with the ship and this my black-box I guess I'm just a crackpot on this track, ock And you just hit the jackpot with this crack rock You might also likePrejudicial to they motivation And give no fuck bout how they feel while I'm quota making I'm only busting after provocation So go ahead if you crazy make your proclamations My hoes is waiting where your hoes is located On 3 hits of acid and of dose of that Satan I'm living life like life giving a second light Given my type, I'm obliged for a second try These hoes hype, I'm like a legend who they reckon fine Beckon mine? You must be "Clueless" like Breckin Myer It's breakfast time but I've eaten all your fucking plates I could be depressed and your bitch still give me that fucking face --"Intermission, light your blunts up"-- Born a General, all I know the top of ranks I've touched a pound for every nigga say he offing weight I got a song for every bar that Big and Pac done made And one fucking gold tooth like I'm Shabba Ranks Rob a bank, cop some dank and never leave the house The A my cage, I'm a dog and I can't leave this pound You can lead a horse to water but can't be they mouth Or ease him to the source of water just to freak him out Your hoes love my wood I guess they chose the beaver route Thicke like Robin's dad I take it back to the Seaver house These niggas steady holler, "Jah" but they ain't seen The Mount I got these dirty hoes screaming like they seen a mouse I got these thirsty hoes screaming like they seen a fountain And yes I'm going well like S-O-L ain't never seen the doubt Fill the pews with reviews, nigga bring em out That's more fuel for me rant, rap, and sing about |