Lyrics:
like tasting pastin
Copy and paste it
You still won't have what I created
You can't replace it
Just ask any of my disciples
Ready to snipe you
With
Got a new vibe that I know that I trust in
And if he comes back, well, just drop him
If he do it like that
Drop him
Taking it back
Drop him
Keep making
and I guess that's why I'm all by myself
and when they lock me away in prison for life
I won't even touch myself
I feel like you don't be understanding
I know you mad I can tell by the talking
I got the drip boy you see how i’m walking
Drip drop drip drop drip I got the shit when I’m walking
Drip
drop top drop ooh yeah)(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)
(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)
Pussy ass niggas
Thought I couldn't rap
But
the madness turning into laughter, man I'm the master
I walk the path with disciples
I came to bless all my rivals
I sell my craft like I'm Michael's
Ensure
to go off like a shot
I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot
I’m a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box
And all the tribal
off my wordplay
Bitch I'll drop you like the pounds I've been picking up
And the beats that I make got me acting up
Going off, getting rough, take
the bass in the speakers
I hid fifty DP’s in each tongue in my sneaker
I get it then, I get it off
Skull, and sell it all
Y’all, I can flip it by
I was preaching a sermon one Sunday and uh
It was about, it was a parable
And it was talking about the uh, the disciples and Jesus
When they were
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Cat got your tongue
Y'all don't like my shit
That's what they told me
So I drop kicked a bitch
Real quick
Mick foley
Aye
Watch me to talk slick rick
and gnasheth with his teeth, and
pineth away:
and I spake to thy disciples that they should cast him out and they could not.
He answereth him, and saith,
O
pull off
And drop the corset, I put it down tight
Make the crowd hype, we the loud
Type, put it down like, We done found Christ
Got the outline, from
the dark I'm a disciple
We get them dancing to the bullets of the rifle
Okay here come a nigga ain't no st
You got some money now they trynna get beside me
cap
See I keep it in my lap, I ain't slippin' for none
I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done
I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple
cap
See I keep it in my lap, I ain't slippin' for none
I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done
I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple
year
It is never clear
Am I ever gonna change careers
Or drop another album and disappear
Who knows
By the way, I don't do shows
I stay home and scroll
this
I drop more lines than the disciples of christ did
I strive to reach frequencies at heights that christ did
But I'm biased with false idols drawn
kinbombay Bombay
50/50 miololee
As far you depo you go press
Cashy Issa must
I no go fit Dey depressed
Step by step I no rush
You go see me for your Tv
just fold up and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
'Cause I keep the beats
go down mandeville road
Me go down mandeville road
Drop them one by one
Drop them two
Uh, uh-huh, one-two and, 4th Disciple, yea
Razah Rubies, and, this how we do it, yea, one-two
One-two and, G.G.O., yeah
[Chorus: x2]
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