Lyrics:
she say it's love, but I don't know
What's that in your cup? It's that, can't let it show
My life be in his hands, I trust my mans that he gon' blow
Of herbs give you a valuable lesson
You should take out yourself
Relieve people from stressing
They clap thier hands you clap your
Dome with a Smith
(Super fresh)
My spirit animal comes with a pretzel bun
Troll of the treadmill
Record on the Kessel Run (allegedly)
Edgy from elevenses
different animal
Gatling gun, boast an immaculate flow
Every quarter, I put on a show, we’re going four for four
Way before we broke the bank, barely afford
a ride to my own fucking show
I might show up on time but ima need a ride back
Can somebody put some new batteries in my back
Fully charged ima animal that
all the way
If you don't beat a nigga with your hands to pray
Do it look like arcade on my face hmm
Then why you acting like a nigga playing?
Get
on your face
Take this life by the hand
Facing your fears
Watching you grown into
A better man
Overcoming obstacles
Because you played the upper hand
Step
do your shit
(Face down, ass up) Fuck me good
Cause ain't no nigga out here fuck you like I could
Grip you by your hand, waist, pillow to face
of sweet spirit's just to get you waved
Two stepping got me tuning into your station
Black and white got the dots on her Dalmatian
She be waiting for this
be your last chance
Sorry motherfuckers just be holding out they hands
But I'm taking that loot gimme them grands
You dealing with a real life
like super man feeling like Kent man I'm feeling like Clark
Eat your daughter like cannibal bitch I'm an animal lately I been feeling like I'm a shark
Leo got hold of Theo and lifted him by his tail.
Oh, lion,
I plead you, let me go.
How dare you play on top of me?
I’m going to crush you with my hands
Berries then spit ‘em at you
Show your shirt is dirty too
Have you ever seen a man this mad?
Have you ever seen an Asian with
A gun in his hand? I wouldn’t
many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young
With the mind of an old man,
soaken.
Stuck my hand out like a vulcan.
Spock did he box. ...the voicebox... you're funny.
The other day I ain't no heartbreaker, but I won't be by.
Once
and your shy and your shady grin
Your super-duper silly
Your catch-ya-by-surprise
Show us yours, come on in!
Tell me is it filled with love for your friends
me to poli' with animals
Niggas is cannibals (cannibals) and the ghetto's a jungle
Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle to live civil
me understand
I could be so easily entranced by you
Searching in the dark, reaching for your heart
Swipe you to the right or "super-like" you every
the dough
Be clear, you gotta go each year we lock and load
Beware I'm outta control animal mode will let you know not to
hand me no goal
Everything I write
built for it
Go and find your blessing
Most these bitch boys just wish for it
Got me cracking up
Back 'em up
Show the distance
They thought they had
lowkey
You show your ass lowkey
So in my craft, don't speak
Don't speak
Entertained by my own thoughts
Been tryna change and that's your loss
People love
rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like
Somethin' you feel precious 'coz ya dead gran bought it
I talk so foul, I talk so course, I show no
swear
Got to reach your potential can’t be stoped by your fears
It’s like you gone be pupil or you gone be top tier
Might as well show off ,show them why
the mic clutched, like such
Who plan but never execute
He had the heat in his hand, but yo he didn't shoot
Therefore your mechanism of material better be
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