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street light - 44 bars كلمات الأغنية

first off, shoutout to lance mitch-ll. if this ain’t official, i’m sn-tching the referees whistle and this’ll be the credentials that i needed just to get to what i see inside my minds eye. i merge with the crystals..

now i’m twice as powerful. but only half as nice, what i mean is i control my soul in the afterlife. i told brutus not to grab the knife, you couldn’t understand the light, so i’ll rewrite history as simply as i grab the mic

i ain’t afraid of the grave, no blood in the crypt. thug bones will decay. not the 4 on your hip. too high a price to pay. they wanna know what it costs, just your life and some change…

ive taken it to the streets, and lit it. give em the heat. this is where the cops remain under cover like the sheets. no rubber when he came into the game. such raw self esteem, the climax of the scene’ll be where he forever sleeps

see this is what they telling me. stick to the block til the cops come, then dip like celery. this ranch isnt filled with white horses or porsches. a better beast that cowboys in dallas couldn’t handle

you better see stars. like the sides of red carpet. then park the same cars like that porsche on the market. if you balled in hair, then you couldn’t mark it. you point that eagle heat but first you gotta wade in this game like marquette..

he leaves a lasting impression. holds still. if he moves, he might die. lemme answer the question.holds steel, if he shoots, you might fly. your successor. after all, what’s a smith without wesson? just a will

but what’s the wheel without the axis? don’t x y i couldn’t roll, but i axed them. feeling hotter than 180 degrees. homie, i’m straight. but enemies lean like old sneakers on a fat man

i’m ashamed of myself for that simile. so i disappeared, then smile when they mention me. guinness said i topped 2 charts, that’s a pair of graphs. going for a trilogy with the way that i’m sentencing

36 in. let me divide it by the ten minutes that it probably took me to write this. that’s 3.6 seconds or the equivalent of the time that it’ll take me to make them silent…

tell em bring the violin. the state of mind that i’m in… got me chillin with don imus, and arguing over who’s more hated but homie i promise…it’s 44 bars. and this is where imma bomb it

- street light

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