ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS

ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - 7th Ghost

rate me

Bring the lights to the dark

And then you’ll see clear,yeah

I self…the Master

I’m not a rapper

So he’s explaining why he’s running

I don’t have to

I’m the master of the cash

This is real shit

You’ll never know what I’m about to ask her

Side jobs,details,retail cars

Ride trash trucks

Stop complaining,you never had much

Kid said he wants to do this

I just crack him

You need a backup

You know I’m blowing every day to keep the stress down

So I’m building a bunch of young niggaz

Like Mike Brown

…the slang is written

Half of my life I’m gambling and …

To keep that thing with them

But it’s a cold world,baby

So knock them up and cut them up

Put it in the gun if they try to fuck with us

You’re dumm enough to try one of us

When the sun comes up

One of us will raise your face to the sky

And tomorrow makes way for the return of the gods

OPG got the stress in the backpack

Body is in the truck

Push out your face and then slap it back…

OPG got the stress in the backpack

Body is in the truck

Push out your face and then slap it back…

You I stand with this rifle in my hands

Did I mention that I will cut you short before death?

I’m a liar,I’m a charismatic man in a pool

I’m AOGP in the…

I’m not a role model

You should raise your own kids

Come on

I’m a dirty rap nigga

With flies in my crib

I can’t smoke cigaretts

I got tempered breath

Show is over ,there are only 2 songs left

Being a good person

I’m in the hood working

If you knew the shit I’m paid

I don’t know if you could nurse them

Doctors can’t figure out what to do with them

Once upon a time he used to have screws in him

They are not used to me

I’m not what I used to be

I used to be a young nigga silly state of mind

Now I’m just nigga going crazy like he’s facing time

I’m from the hood where young died

If you don’t get low

I’ll hang high

If you lay low,I’ll still hang high

You only hit the feeling when your men die

Take a sip from this liquor

Churches say what?

Why would you ever try to be God with me?

Why would you bother me?

Why don’t you see privacy?

Why would you lie to me?

Am I the only one who tries to keep monogamy?

Put my feet up on the table in my nice office

Black man,black millimeters ,white horses

Listen!

OPG got the stress in the backpack

Body is in the truck

Push out your face and then slap it back…

OPG got the stress in the backpack

Body is in the truck

Push out your face and then slap it back…

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