Lyrics:
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
outside, it's a war outside (Jesus)
It's like the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah outside (Lord)
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
With topics so grotesque like it was made by Stephen King!
Something so profound that you people never seen
This is written by the sick! Written, written
a flaming shitbag for him (Burn)
Someone tell me where julie bishop lives, I've got a flaming shitbag (Burn)
You don't needa tell me where dad lives, I've got
time will find
Someone could slide dimes in your pocket, tryna' frame you
The world ain't safe, especially when people hate you and wanna take you
Out
investing
Money came thru like Stephen
Hard knock life no resting
Now I’m coming up hard
Like my dick every hour
I might need a hour
To take me
that's just Puff Daddy (come on)
Keep you on my mind, like I keep me on my shine (uh-huh)
And I feel fine (yeah)
Sex real dimes (say what?)
While I'm
committee consider me
the trilogy of terror, whatever I do I bring light
You're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter
Beware when I strike, blueprints
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
Nate Jagger
Created.
It’s like this
Stephen made the beat, for me to write this
Checking off all the goals on my list
Thinking ‘bout a couple
a narcissist, I rock with Kevin Samuels (ha)
He tell you what's necessary not what you wanna hear
Like when Stephen Jackson made fun of Kwame Brown career
Do it like me
Shawty wanna rock it like me
Shoot it like me
Stephen curry with the shot I'm going 3
Is it lit
808 Rockin is it lit
Rocka fella fella
shining, so act like you don't know
Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
We the flyest gangstas
What you don't got is my natural glow
Counting out
shining, so act like you don't know
Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
We the flyest gangstas
What you don't got is my natural glow
Counting out
that's just Puff Daddy (come on)
Keep you on my mind, like I keep me on my shine (uh-huh)
And I feel fine (yeah)
Sex real dimes (say what?)
While I'm
All I know is black I was born like that
Don't Judge a book by the cover
Read the first page
You read my chapters you will see I had my worst days
Uh
it's just flu
He'll take a Solid flu jab
Like that's gonna save you?
Did he really win the election
Or were some votes Put-in
Did he really catch
And pull it
With hollow points straight into the dome
Like niggas in Rome
You'll be slaughtered in the lions' den
And I'm the King
Who anoints the herd
Have
Because I may not wake up and I can't rip a hole through someone's heart and ask him to bury me in the back of St. Stephen's cathedral
There is a part
Yo I'm the rap profession, I go the session
Study MC's like a god do lessons
Mic testin in the rain, I brainstorm
You feelin me out nigga? We got
I went alone cant Get us arrested
Speeding down I-95 while the Snow was melting
On my way to Boston for some Green like a Celtic
Surrounded by so many
don't open your eyes
Girl don't let real love pass you by
Don't have to stay with someone
That makes you cry
You'll end up killing all the love you
don't open your eyes
Girl don't let real love pass you by
Don't have to stay with someone
That makes you cry
You'll end up killing all the love you
hot treat the cock like pop sickles son
Walk by faith
I be off her juice
My queen knock ya bishop off spitting off the roof
I know I gotta get it, they
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