Yo, summer holding the nine, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic The kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, your corny debates I'm like cake or maybe like ten thousand rabbits The kid walked through, up his accent, now I'm from Paris Cash the bill, frozen elements in Signs the most high causes me to break the mold How the fuck was niggas thinking? You think I fell off the ledge? The legendary Ghost Deini might be Never, impossible, pull out burners like tonsils Two Gallants, if we got to Busting at niggas daily Wall to wall, Sucking your cause God chain-talking Like Ghostface this, that Ghost sold crack, now we spoken through rap Veloured down like the of Iran CREAM wrapped in hospital bands Model vans, Michael Davis, me against housing Extraordinary pro-black, God creations to control thousands me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas You know what? A-yo, this A-yo, how can I move the First of all, ain't no mistakes the instructions, put it together It's simple it? Well, quite clever
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A-yo, I'm Gucci Wally boot, hat, long 4-pound Ask how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe imaginations Hold a note Willie Hutch You bumped into me on the Rikers bus Weed in my cheeks, gem in my sleep sleeve serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come on, we mic's Three Card Molly, amps advance to the Show these niggas how the way we Hot night, Came in a booger green '68 Pacer Mad paper, high as a Truck, two rappers got stuck night I ain't saying no names, they know who, thank you for the Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, weed 30 til we tear and decease Quick, all my seeds dipped in the crowd The ho me, he knew not to call my name out He off softly, we exactly like Christ and the disciples Black fatigues, dunnie, he held the rifle We had the shit shook Your favorite rappers they drinks On the low they links We eighty off the books
One of the illest Magic Johnson, no disrespect With metaphors keep me out the Project Rap connects'll keep me A-yo, I wrote this on Donnie his funeral, on one knee Thinking his following me So to my nigga Donnie, up Can you please tell God that we fucked up You got beer, weed, guns, All these obstacles, it's hard to it nowadays Why's the Devil winning, some say it's our If that's the answer, you know cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a behind My stay at the beginning cause that's how they rewind Y'all how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine If you bring me some motherfucking cognac, I kill you I feel you Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no Brolic scholars, that's Ghost