demov3
codex - 26
composed by vante celant
The death of my past and my flesh, the rebirth will follow. Things will never be the same. Selah,

comp. myself ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ eyes

for real (ovidioo)

nightmares prod wav62

[intro]
tru gonna start a riot (pshhh)
Yah
Yah
Oh yah oh yah
Oh yah
Yeah yeah yeah (Oh yah)

[chorus]
I wont speak for them
They wont speak for me
And that shit was pretend
And they was lyin' to me
No you not my friend
You can't get shit from me
I was broke back then
That's just how it used to be
Ran this shit up like it's track
I took your bag, there's no get backs
My bitch ain't rich but she got a rack
Bitch I'm the bomb like Obama wit Iraq
Get hit with the choppa better go think fast
I trickshot the hoe and hit off the map
Call of Duty with this toolie, wont lag
When I walk to the bank, oh yeah, I laugh

[verse]
Freestyled this shit yeah I better get credit
He talkin' down on C9 he get beheaded
They say "Tru goin' up" oh yeah that's where I'm headed
When I flirt with that bitch that lil hoe gettin' reddish
A lot on my mind but so much I don't mention
I see dreams of me makin' it while I wash dishes
I just wanna make it, there's way more than wishing
Oh imma ball hard just like the Pistons
I'm starvin' for this shit I'm so fuckin' hungry
I got a bad lil hoe she wanna suck me
Yo bank account that's so small and disgusting
My bank account that shit big and eruptin'
I pull up with a big gun in the function
Hol- Hold up, wait you with the fuck shit?
I pull up with a big gun, It like my wrist get to bussin'

[bridge]
Never trust a hoe (Nah)
Put that on my soul (Put that on my soul)
Bitches in my head (Bitches in my head)
They tryna take control (Take control)
She gon' ride like slide (What?)
Cuz that's my lil hoe (That's my lil hoe)
Run up on me you dead (You dead!)
He full of bullet holes (Bow bow bow)

[chorus]
I wont speak for them
They wont speak for me
And that shit was pretend
And they was lyin' to me
No you not my friend
You can't get shit from me
I was broke back then
That's just how it used to be
Ran this shit up like it's track
I took your bag, there's no get backs
My bitch ain't rich but she got a rack
Bitch I'm the bomb like Obama wit Iraq
Get hit with the choppa better go think fast
I trickshot the hoe and hit off the map
Call of Duty with this toolie, wont lag
When I walk to the bank, oh yeah, I laugh

[outro]
I'm starvin' for this shit I'm so fuckin' hungry
I got a bad lil hoe she wanna suck me
Yo bank account that's small and disgusting
My bank account that shit big and eruptin'
I pull up with a big gun in the function
Hol- Hold up, wait you with the fuck shit?
I pull up with a big gun, It like my wrist get to bussin'

SPEAK FOR ME

SPEAK FOR ME (lyrics in desc.) [ALL PLATS]

MOTY w/ Omen Sol

prod. highsoulja dos4vr
vocals by coach
mixed by coach
mastered by coach

lenci boots

SHINE Prodmeraki.mp3

lloyd - drown [februxry]

:( </3

Black Robe

"Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth"

:( </3

emptyhrt