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Everything
2.265
Rap
Everything adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Chambermusik Records tarafından 1 Ocak 2008 tarihinde yayınlandıAfter the Storm
album cover
Çıkış Tarihi1 Ocak 2008
FirmaChambermusik Records
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM176

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fes Taylor
Fes Taylor
Performer
ANTHONY REED
ANTHONY REED
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ANTHONY REED
ANTHONY REED
Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

I'm back bitch like I never left
Half step on the caine, coke or my Nike check
Check 1, 2, 1-7-1-8
The land of the greats, gorillas and apes
This is my rules, hey, bullets your face
Arms built up, pulling this weight
Pull an escape before the jakes kick in the door
Still on my 94's, slang with a brick in the floor
We gangbang still, my chain hang still
I keep the lord with me
Police saying, you saying names, get your brain spilled
I ain't real, you the fakest to ever do it
This paper then I pursue it, you know I'm a opportunist
Shooters and looters, meaning we want it all
The safe in the wall, **** the choice yours
Live or die life, death to a hater
So I'm Mr. Fly still, no check from a major
And I'll take everything
In this life
I'll join everything
In this life
Yeah, welcome to Goonieville
I'm chasing moneta, I'm telly made with it
Life like a movie reel
My **** is here, I swear I never turn my back on you
My **** is gone, still shedding tears for you
Honor my team, probably seemed impossible
To make it out the obstacles they placed in between
Only made us stronger, no option to lose
I came from them corners, **** popping them twos
Block like a sauna, informers they writing on us
The judges wanna place life on us
Coppers put lights on us, choppers took flight on us
Looking for my W's, couple of life warrants
I'm nice warning I ain't the rapper to play with
Really aiming to spray shit, real Nicholas Cage shit
Yelling we want it all, **** think I'm playing
Really though, everybody on the motherfucking floor
Yeah, feed my seeds
They can eat that bullshit you talking
I'm trying to leave my kids a fortune
Getting money, money, I'm getting money
Your ink is looking runny, your paper is looking funny
Think of Black Fist 2-6 where we came from
Taylor too fly, asking where I got the name from
Shouts to my grandpops, he legendary
My kids will never worry, any means necessary
I'm just trying to stack this paper to the sky
Before it's my time to close my eyes
Written by: ANTHONY REED
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