Torae - Thinking You Can Hang lyrics

Mannerisms of a young Stringer Bell The way I define quiet but to whoever try and riot I kno the gun slingers well One pump and then they fell is how we saw it where I'm from But know that everything is mum so we ain't saw not a one Not a scene, but believe if we needed to repeat It's nothing for us to go for what know and the delete I mean, money showed us that it make the world go round Neighbors got it off of 9-5's or 4 pounds Everything is numbers And a 4.6 is really everything we wanted, it's whatever in this running My team, Brooklyn through Queens, got it sewn by the seams Forgive 'em for delivering the leans Brothers where no one can cut us Had to turn away when Avon and String gave up one another sh** was real, I did the knowledge Driven for dollars and b**hes that swallow And pray against it tomorrow in a hood near you, what the f**