letra de the last hope episode ii - g5 elz & halftime
halftime
(verse 1)
peeping through vanishes with a rifle in my hand malcolm x gave’em hope huey newton took a stand
put in my demand forty acers of some land but they put me in a prison and its all part of the plan
but they can never shake me break me agitate me word on the streets a couple n-gg-s hate me
but i don’t give a f-ck champagne ice bucket been a fly n-gg- since an adolescent hoes love it
you must be suicidal i’m ya idol the highest tidal looking for hope within the pages of a bible
but you can be religious with pessimistic view a pity that they would just consider us a crew g5 conglomerate we steady making move give’em halftime that’s what i gotta do
amazing like the 86 mets taking off like a jet when i enter the booth my guns blazing
dissing when you rap on the track it won’t faze him blessed when you shoot with a tech it won’t graze him
christ hanging off of ya neck it won’t save him and you can take the boy out the hood it won’t change him
i’m back beyond popular demand i spent time talking to the fam
it help me understand this land we treed upon soon to be ours the holy bible what i read it on n-gg-
g5 elz
(verse 2)
put on weight in britain exchanging pounds at chase feeling like i’m 97’ mase
the world on my shoulder equator on my waist do the right thing mookie love conquers hate
del frisco steak chowing four hundred degree plates been beyond batman without the cape
l and halftime equal blowout in the eighth y’all in the dug out head down can’t see your face
this a different pedigree reinvented triple h premium year round like car insurance rates
strategic with my roles never make the same mistakes study music law to avoid getting raped
i heard they start to wine when they see you crushing grapes slim jesus white don perion for the taste
last year i brought the five but it felt like the wraith grind for resources cause materials are a waste
young black and gifted princ-p-ls full of kwanza keep it gmc
you good on gas like honda hyundai sonata my future full of commas
sacrifice desires to experience nirvana ball in my court every shot is an honor
stick to the story so there’s no switching genres who ever think they frigid i’m delivering a sauna
when the streets is watching third eye like iguanas imaginary players double zeros on their jerseys
they don’t got no game spike voice hope they heard me!
ladies love larry i be netting all the birdies
guns over b-tter can’t price something worthy
listening to your og’s you become a young g if you sleep on me grab a body bag onesie
ima hold the game down more drive than the front seat two-hand touch down no pigskin clumsy
letras aleatórias
- letra de quest - jumo x dopize
- letra de no i co - pajac
- letra de abîmée - slimane
- letra de fuck donald trump (fdt) - dj chop up
- letra de surf & turf/maths tag - mazes
- letra de armageddon - exuma
- letra de seduce me slowly - miss li
- letra de matching skengs - hope dealers
- letra de fs interlude - synadrace
- letra de tell me - wallace