Lyrics:
the ropes
In the store I seen a opp
I had to up it through my coat
Boo
He call the plays
I go and get him
He a coach
Cartier
He be stepping on the beats like
coming up
It's like afternoon, this shit here gone happen soon
They ain't find HIM in that tomb,
Pulled up and the boulder moved
I ain't tryna to get
running by faith
They call me Heavy ain't in a race
I ain't Nip but this a marathon
If Jay is Jordan than I've been Lebron
Pain for a purpose I promise
I
Horses are riding into her arms
She lost her own way years ago
Her sister calls her from the far side of night
And she falls with that call
Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Vida loca (bullet)
High as a kite, never sober (shotta)
Python, hit him with a Cobra
Free up my bro
Gibeau in post-war France!
A hooker with a heart of black charcoal
I write poems to burn by firelight
Drink champagne and guzzle gin
Good girls call
that i be next door
oh hell np, i ain't gonna leave him by his lonely,,
i ain't really got nothing to say my players know me
hold it
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen (damn)
The yellow tape
lord, I'm glad to be boss (ha)
Abiding by the laws, you get clapped when you talk
Ask a sucka side of (?), we be whackin' 'em all (easy)
Clutchin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You had it all planned out
You and him together in a big white house
Happy ever after's all you dreamed about
charm with a chain on it
I cant call it like my phone off
But i stay on it like a roll call
Getting praise for it, saying oh lord
Bogard with the phrase
'bout the incident, it's crazy how he just got faded (it's fucked up)
But it's better places, G's call it heaven's Matrix
Pray the Lord open up, they
This world's waiting on my Rolly
Hell yeah, you tell Satan that
I pray to the Lord, pray to the most high
Penny for my thoughts
You'll get a monkey for
struggling with that
Thinking bout girls I wish that I had
Thinking I should call em, and tell em I want em back
Tell em it's my bad, let's leave it in
hardened you
But it's going to take some trust
Come every soul by sin oppressed
There's mercy with the Lord
And He will surely give you rest
By trusting in
it hum for you
It'll comfort you
I'm punching you
Then stomping you
Then I'm dumpin you
Yeah I'm dumpin you
Just call me your ex wife
You know I've
pistol
Fuck a friend all of yall come and get your issue
Phone calls from a pen real niggas witcha
They say they shed a couple tears cause a nigga miss ya
he's got a family to feed
And the people pass him by
They don't know right from wrong
Dear God what the hell is goin' on
And the state of the world now
builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
Glory, glory
be the civilian
Lord, I've been callin' you so long, I wonder if you even hear me
Even though I can call a whole heap a burdens
I know there's a bunch
be the civilian
Lord, I've been callin' you so long, I wonder if you even hear me
Even though I can call a whole heap a burdens
I know there's a bunch
by the echoes of the dead
All will fall when the darkness calls
Hes summoning the spirits from the pits of the abyss
The ground began to tremble
womb
by the spark of the twelve gauges
Sometimes it seems like I can't go on, I can't go on
But when I envision a black man with thorns in his hand
Little do they know that their son is on a road
Headed to a deal they wanted him on honor roll
Not to many people thought that I could conquer both
Veni
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