Lyrics:
to Nubian plains
She's resting under a canopy of tree
Disturbed by Toth disguised in baboon's skin
“Don't rend defenseless little monkey friend”
“You'll bring
the clouds was fishing
Could've made the dream work but I jumped before I finished
Although I got the ground running went from zero to 100
I turned that 100
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)
And I'm ridin' with 'em
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I used to get the pack when I was young (Me
him, a whitey
This pathetic, braggin' monkey face faggot deaded
Comin' through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate
Watchin' him lookin'
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
not the same money
14 karat gold, big smile not a thing funny, yeah
Broke niggas be the main stunting
Name something that I ain't done
New price, had
Well, I have never seen
Such a terrible room
Gilded with the gold teeth
Of the women who loved you
Though I die Magpie
This I bequeath
By any other
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Solomon's mines
Just give me a hundred experienced soldiers
The knowledge of good and evil
Sweet nothings whispered by cobras
Useless baubles given to greedy
on my new Bentley
Another hundred thousand on
My Breitling bezel
Gold like I’m Shabba on African, diamonds
Canary yellow like the sunset, shining
I'm
a hundred million ways to tell me not to worry
But this time I wasn't hangin' on his every sentence
Ears crippled by the pain and negligence so was
gonna flood the block, with heals
How I'm playing Lucio and still got gold elims
Now I'm stopping Reinhardt's charge with Orisa, made of steal
Please
fucks bout' the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain bitch i'm rockin' out
Stick by my side
Might just pull up when I
the door
Pockets full of hundreds
An my neck full of gold
Im fresh off patrol
Im fresh head to toe
Designer out the store
Used to sleep on the floor
Keep
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga that's a carpool
baller, n**** G'z and cut ki's
Gats for enemies, freeze! hundred degreez
Kill, robbery, soldier- born to ride
Killer- born to die, Mama- was born
everything achieved that frees you
We made it out the pits
The upside down of the six
Seen so many stranger tings danger been lurking around me a fog I can't
* not 100% sure this is the mc's name
[chorus]
We got them, sledge, (? ) ruff heads (check the flow)
King tee's on the set (check the flow)
When
the refuge of the feet of Sita Ram
Hail Hanuman, ocean of wisdom and virtue
Awakener of the three worlds, monkey lord hail to you
Unmatched in power, messenger
clothes
I've been rockin' rose gold diamonds on the low
You keep bitches by the low, but you ain't pimpin' though
All my cash come by the four, I'm
Doing white mans work at 20,
Now they're fine I've broke them plenty,
Now it's mine I wrote my pennies,
Plan A still on,
Plan B was taken by
hundred, wow
I got eleven plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single, damn, nigga, wow"
Like the chorus went like
Don't bite that
on my blunt so I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you
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