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fixen to check this song out
I've heard it before
as always with all the songs you post good one Dubz
I'm from around Houston thats our music
Cause I'm out here grindin'
Cause I'm out here grindin'
Hey Hey
I don't care what nobody say
Ima be me (be me)
Stay hood
Stay rasied in the streets
(cause I'm out here grindin')
Talking about greatness
DJ Khaled,
We the best season
Has returned
I do this
For the streets
The runners
Cause I'm out here grindin'
Cause I'm out here grindin'
Hey Hey
I don't care what nobody say
Ima be me (be me)
Stay hood
Stay rasied in the streets
(cause I'm out here grindin')
Talking about greatness
still out here grinding months later
Quote Lil Wayne in Leather So Soft, "I'm on that paper chase till my toes bleed."
Quote Lupe Fiasco, taken from "The Coolest";
I love the lord
But sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace and I love the war
I love the seas and I love the shore
No love for no beach, baby that's lore
But she doesnt seed, therefore I spore
I trip, I fall, run up and roll
I love her with all my heart
Every vein every vessel every bullet lodged
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said
That she would give me greatness
Status
Placement above all of the others
My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper
The likes of which that I have never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene
An obscene obsession with the bling
She would be my queen, I could be her king
Together
She would make me cool
And we would both rule
Forever
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure
Ever
Again
And if the rain stops, and everythings dry
She would cry
Just so I could drink the tears from her eyes
She'll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
And I plummet from the sky
But she would keep me high
And if I ever die, she would commission my image to her bosom to em
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven said the fires in Hell
Also Lupe Fiasco in the Bet Awards Freestyle Cipher with Papoose and Styles P(Which I reccomend you youtube search);
They say "the game" is the belly of the beast,
Blunts for fingers hollow tips for teeth,
Wire taps for ears, nike airs for feet.
Blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart.
Rap music for beats, Heroine for a son,
And is marrired to the streets, crack pipes for lungs.
And he never sleeps just spies with, dice in his eyes,
Loves life cause he likes when it dies,
With a baking soda soul, he coughs up pleasure,
Clothes made out of dolloar bills that he sewed together.
He knows, he's clever, jealous (is) his house,
All the liquor thats poured out and goes right in his mouth.
Rides around on a stray bullet,
With prostitutes pimps dope-dealers and killers tied to it to pull it.
TV in his ear, stripper sliding down his legs,
And he's known to ride around with the feds,
Is out there out there out there out there.
Lastly, WALLOFTEXT!
fixen to check this song out
