Lyrics:
it rain
And I been dumb fried don't know what's on my brain
Been thru some shit ion think i feel pain
So I'ma express it by speakin in flames
My old
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Colossians 1:13, Ephesians 2:1-7, Isaiah 61:1,2
You used to play their games
You used to stay the same
They
and feel alive
So grab them games and swing by
It's my duty to weaponize
With a large coke and extra fries
Yes my eyes are on the prize
But I take a break
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
nothing but slugs, shit crazy
Bk all day, catch games at the bob clay
In the suite
But ain't nothing sweet about make powder
Hands up if you fucking with
to take the pain away
When I'm just getting by couple
Million for a rainy day
Off season but I practice like
I got a game today
And everybody ain't gon'
once see this life na Yolo
Many fallen are times but we stood up and go
See this Devil na Lie We go ball till we Old
No more stress and Hold
No more Gala
the same
Haters talking, ladies talking
Cause they need your name
In they mouth, so I'm spitting game
I can't smoke, but I already lit the thing
The hood
with the old 410
I'd call him hunter head and slugger too
The family name is all riding on him
The next one was Matthew
He gave me Bob the tomato
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
Bob
Why are you making so much noise
Be a good little boy
Go in the backyard and play with your toys
They tried to snuff me out
Tested my toughness
By
a
Whole load in this old boat
If they don't go then the
Hull might smash through
Satisfaction guaranteed, no retractions
No receipts refund laws may stand
Já jsem motherfucker
Největší darebak ve hře
Nabíháte na mě ve třech
Vodcházíte po čtyřech jak pes plnej blech
Hulim tolik trávy, že se Bob Marley
scared to take a shot I got the big balls
Like Bob Horry cause I ball hard for jewelry
So she get her eagle on for me like I’m Jeffrey Laurie Oh God
the scene
Every time I gotta wreck it
Ima get gold one day on a record
I got told that I got one second
Cones get punched like a game that’s tekken
Aye
Cunts
a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anybody
Intro:
This Bob Billiard for the Entertainment News
In the news today yoth rapper Shyheim AKA the Rugged Child
is rapidly climbing the charts
quit with the shit
Just to fall back to my old ways
I got my bag by my lonely
I still got my day ones behind me
I know you not in this with me
Cause I
no room left there's no room left
Pharaoh out the Tomb
Ain't no room
Wrapped the game up mummies
Ain't no room her feet in the heels
All my eyes have
Pesos)
Oh yuh
Yeah I just smoked too much gas, I just came in the game and now I'm selling packs
Just poured a four of the syrup, I ain't talking pancakes
all that
They only wanted facetime, now they begging for a callback
Pussy nigga , where ya balls at?
I was raised by the bricks where the killers stand
eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes
As an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
the game
Making all these freekin' lames break contain
Blitz often
Separate the casket
From the coffin
Idiots keep talkin
So I toss 'em
In the mosh pit
I
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