Print

(Hit-Boy) A divine creature, ran through dimes, divas I turned blocks to beaches By the time you see us, we just turned tides even Cuban chain, got the largest pieces But I'm wild for keepin' it so timeless Almost half a century with a crispy lineup My peeps Salaam said I remind him of Martin Lawrence Breakin' hearts on some real thin line shit I'm done with star chicks, I survived divorces I ain't have to climb back, I just climbed in Porsches Uh, I ain't have to climb back, I just climbed in Porsches I was the ill seed, the illest one The villainized, but I feel free and the field be Crazy way before the drill beef Doesn't matter this is sheer relief, I feel the breeze this is Superhero material, rap star status Premier album still might happen I wonder why Pete Rock would act like that That type of behavior make me give rap right back And now I can't tell if all the good that I did's bein' hid with they agenda again, nigga I know that y'all prayin' I go back to nothin' We in the future, let's get past the frontin' Let's get money Letras de cancionesThis is practice, this is magic History, havoc, instant classic This is madness in all fairness We been movin' how you fuck niggas wanna My thirty for thirty highlights doin' numbers Goin' on thirty summers Goin' on thirty summers Goin' on thirty summers I'm goin' on thirty summers Goin' on thirty summers Goin' on thirty summers We been movin' how you fuck niggas wanna My thirty for thirty highlights doin' numbers Woo, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh King From Letras Mania