Lyrics:
She hit me up like a skyball
I'm lights out like nightfall
Now she got me seeing things clear like it's 2020 vision in my eyeballs
No contacts like
is closin' in above lamps in your street
Lucifer goes walkin' down free to meet
Minutes pass so slowly by the hands on your clock
Heavens door don't
a metal box
To imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me.
In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury
Two
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
Would blaze in the crowd in a daze
I was so amazed so I prayed
That could be me one day (HEY)
Started from the bottom
Still on the bottom
Still going
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
Dade Country yayo shit
Double MOB
I'm finna take these pussy niggas down
Beat Billionaire
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke
the lake where the beehive is jumping
Raw with the sting smack down disgusting
Came from the six's with dozens of cousins
Flock by the feather and claim how
of the pot
Filling pockets with the rocks getting locked up by the cops
But I'm tryna make profit off of the prophecies I drop
Boy I'm god in black flesh keep
At me
Hell yeah
Niggas still ain't at me
Put em in a race niggas still can't track me
Hard over green like croutons
We gone lay em down like a futon
Nigga
A boy rejected by his village will burn it down just to feel its warmth
This is but just a proper introduction into the end of the world in which
Started from the bottom to the top Cinderella
Ey, doppelter Hype, hollywoodreif (nice)
Erst wird die Beute gekrallt
Dann verschwinden die Zeugen im Wald
How you supposed to manage this experience
Numbers can't add up unless you take away the curious
George had it right, he left before all of this
Take
be your son
Your daughter, your mama your father
Shot down in the street by a racist cop
But the cop is a black man try to use my
Rights but still I'm
just in the way, as the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.
You're
just in the way, as the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.
You're
just in the way, as the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.
You're
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top, I stop
At the core, I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture's
from the bottom
But we going straight above
I practice self love
Cause I know some hate us
Tell him stand down
That young man got his hands up
Officer
dude, begging life
We want those fuckers, dead or alive
They took his life willingly
Are we living in democracy
System calls Military
But they don't know
Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain
Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain
Most every day goes by according to design
right there by Silverlake
I’m the only nigga in that area
But I’m from Detroit where it’s shady bruh
So many ops, wanna bury ya
So I carry the
Whole city
go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime,
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