m on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything
that I console to, never leave your house without keepin it up, to the head dad-dy, you don't know what that is, couple a bodies under my belt, and with
stop the beef shit, with rubber handled grips Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana clips The hammers hit, anything in our range we dismantle it Like to say
my grand momma gave to us Racial profilin?, police harassment, regular days to us You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo' You say whore, we say
more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister, If my parents tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway, Experience will make more sense than anything that they could ever say
m on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so throwed I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything
on one Fuck it, I'm on one I said I'm on one [Verse 1 - Drake] I'm getting so cold I ain't went this hard since I was eighteen Apologize if I say, anything
shuttin' it down I dare y'all to say somethin' Motherfuckers want to give me a pound Every time we bring you niggas to say We dare y'all to say somethin
hart racing sticker on the window Banged up fender four by four Straight pipe roar primer and rust all over the door Scarred up knuckles mack belt buckle
At the Bliss brewery, Guzzle a bubbling glass full Went under my chateau, Where I hung up my shadow From the mantle, Free from the government shackles I can handle anything
oh, oh, hey hey hey! Oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh, hey hey hey! Akon and Asher Roth [Verse 1: Asher Roth] They say they want that hot shhhh, say
there all the time, now And I don't like to swim, really You know what swimming is to me? Staying alive when I'm in the water. Barely I'll do anything
Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt
, sling no dope Call me anything but broke When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force And when I say
tree route, and ther?s a look of pain on the Champion?s face. He is shaking his hands as if to say I did not have a strong enough grip on the club when
He was different, he was one of a kind As far as daddies went and not just 'cause he was mine He could build anything with his two calloused hands My
shut up Or maybe this is turntable music, scratch the I's and I'll scratch yours Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I say Don't take anything
sick of beating around the bush while needing to push past creative limits, And I don't have anything else left to say to the critics. is it just because