Come 2 da show

Lyrics

She wana come to the shows Life ain't a thorn it's a rose Gotta take highs with the lows She want the blow for the nose Ain't selling an I ain't involved On the road gotta honour the code If you don't getta hole Inda dome Loui V from my head to my toe They wanna come around talking this big stuff They know deep down that they haven't got credit Moma told me that wen we was growing up She had to take medication for headaches Only move for seven digits I'll pop ya eye out for the spinach We bring the sticks but this ain't quidditch Make a profit then a flip it Take grime Switch dat Make dat pop Rave scene Big tune Make that drop Jus mum I never had no pops So Manaman gotta repay lots Since grime I seen nuff sex drugs And crime That justifies Who what where why Jus cross the line Now he's got money on his head he's crucified Rahhhhhhh Arividerchi gone by 7:30 Met the plug at 7:15 Then a did him dirty Now they know my name from here to alberquqe Ma enemies together wana get man gone Them man ain't on the flex mans on Even back when the flex made songs Ugly ducklings that became swans Ain't never bina spitter like godson Mediocre with the lyrics ain't an option Battling a bagger dem nigga dis ain't capcom If a wana battle am bringing a pump action Swinging witta nigga That's thinking to pull back one Tongue dance all on the ridden Like mike Jackson They don't want none of me nigga a go mad dumb Rahhhh rahhhh rahhhh They don't want some She wana come to the shows Life ain't a thorn it's a rose Gotta take highs with the lows She want the blow for the nose Ain't selling an I ain't involved On the road gotta honour the code If you don't getta hole Inda dome Loui V from my head to my toe They wanna come around talking this big stuff They know deep down that they haven't got credit Moma told me that wen we was growing up She had to take medication for headaches Only move for seven digits I'll pop ya eye out for the spinach We bring the sticks but this ain't quidditch Make a profit then a flip it So I sped up Guess I was fed up Of living with my head An found a set up The credit rating average of my ends is was low I flip scripts an took trips on them back road almost got myself set in my death bed I feel like I'm rewriting my perception I feel the best stories ever writtens were questions I feel my lyrics empowered with black excellence Subjects to complex, I perplex em The singularity no humanity to riddems My popularity going public just like killing Of a young villain If you believe in good or bad it's still Bone chillin But your willing to throw stones from glass house I Malcolm X my targets Not dark brown R.I.P to the brother My minds Blacker than the chambers inside the pyramids Vibrational energy of a black star You could die when in range no survivalism My minds a prison There's bars on pages describing the life I'm im living Your cypher isn't ready for my vibe or lyrics You'll die most likely from your entitlism A laugh at the idea your thought your wiser than him Anybody tries it with him He'll fry them an leave only the child and women She wana come to the shows Life ain't a thorn it's a rose Gotta take highs with the lows She want the blow for the nose Ain't selling an I ain't involved On the road gotta honour the code If you don't getta hole Inda dome Loui V from my head to my toe They wanna come around talking this big stuff They know deep down that they haven't got credit Moma told me that wen we was growing up She had to take medication for headaches Only move for seven digits I'll pop ya eye out for the spinach We bring the sticks but this ain't quidditch Make a profit then a flip it