Lyrics:
em and you assassin
From the rooftop up in Manhattan
All the way down to the islands
Yeah you magic
Like okay okay
Okay okay
You turn me on baby okay
So by the end, I know where I'll stand
Anybody, can you hear me
(Just wanna fix it, I can't learn to risk it)
Anybody, can you see me
(I'm on an island
get by
Went from sipping Kool-Aide to sipping D'usse
Think I'm getting caught up in my new ways
Nothing but designers in my suitcase
150 on us
on the island of amber
Six notes in a lonely church
Lost words of the four who are one
God is four, do not trust the whispers
Sky of red, a land of red
Empty
couch watchin' cable
Hands all in his pants feet up on my table
Niggas I don't know rollin' droll
Optimo blow you got to go
Nigga out the door
Ayo, Ghost, what's up nigga?
This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit
You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you
Beat the two minute
and clear
There's another guy
A needy sleazy greasy pretty guy
Ooh grab my hands and
Grip the sheets right in my room
Take off your pants
And keep me comfy
down
I been firin on all cylinders this engine never slow
Shit been pilin on my island need a backy filled with dro
I give a smile
They take a mile
It's
(Ay)
Now we got bricks in the couch (Bricks)
50k in the pouch (50k) J's in the lot in and out (J's)
My diamond hit my nigga, ouch (Uh)
I put this
J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between
Got that island girl swag, she Dutty Wine
When we get back to the spot, that ass is mine
See how I switch
pants
Gold experience never a chance
If there's sex know my pistol in hand
Aero Sugi up high, getting scans
Purple haze I'm becoming a fan, aye
Finna fly
Yea let's do this
Take a good look at me, you need a bad guy like me
All I have in this world is my balls and my work,
And I don't break em for
Pants saggin' as I'm walkin'
Through those pearly gates
Hat cocked, in some deadstock Aqua 8's
Bury me in my favourite J's
Bury me in my favourite J's
the pain
I’ll be in my cave
I'm Smoking Mary j
Told mom I’ll be ok
She support me everyday
Yet I still fly away
I know we gone be ok
And I’m still high
Roll
like a caravan
Gypsy rover in a magic land
Misty mountains where the eagles fly
Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry
I had a little letter full
riding in my two door, running from cops, I'm by my lonely
You see how I shine, boy just tell me how bad you want it
I'm like go and get that sack
Go
take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy
Half a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit
believe in seeds, only the forms they find it
Feel like I'm waiting for transformations
I judge my art by my own impatience
And my manhood
How can I define
smokin' that la-la-la
Easy rider, joint roller, my 9-5
You can prolly smell it in the car when we ridin' by
More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
stepping what
With my assault weapon what
Two stepping on the west and here to make the bitches bounce
Be the d j on the mic a p m p up in the house
Got
smiling
Don't wanna be on an island anymore
There's a lady locked in a love affair
Wouldn't care if she was single again
There's a lonely soul who's
smiling
Don't wanna be on an island anymore
There's a lady locked in a love affair
Wouldn't care if she was single again
There's a lonely soul who's
I'm a skater
Watch me dance to Decatur
And never return
My advance proving greater
A better return
I got my pants thru Tynasia
Take a stance lose
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