Lyrics:
what
You need to be, You need to let
That go just remember that all you
Need is motivation and compassion
For yourself, you can become just
Like me
to you plain and simple cause you know its played
Holla at 'em doggy dogg, go and do that thing
OK, son, tell you like my nigga "Pootie Tang"
I got that
all Stephen Curry
How the fuck my record clean
But this weapon dirty
Keyunna told me keep going
Nobody loves you like you love yourself
Why it feel like
Soon as the day comes, it goes
Looks like heaven's fallen over a Rose
Ya never know where it goes
Until you've lost control
Might I interrupt
the music up for me some (get money, straight up)
Hater-free (hater-free), sucka-proof (sucka-proof)
Yo, real shit
It's like two in the morning, and I'm
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
limitless range
Ima vet I ain't new to the game
How you broke that's for you to explain
Someone pass me a flame
Drank in my cup feel like Kirko Bangz
This
on Bishop Scott pass Aldine
North on Bishop Scott pass Aldine
Where you at Cote Brilliante Avenue
Where you at Cote Brilliante Avenue
Where you at Cote
head
He got me screamin' like
You are just a horror fiction in my brain
Ohh, you're the actor, I am Stephen King
Angel or succubus, stranger, so
[Snoop Dogg]
You know sometimes in my rhymes I just feel like I has to
Do what? Give ya something to mash to (allright)
Cuz you know I'm the master
come for more than her rent
He says, "I'm kicking you out pronto.
Unless your body gives me consent"
But Patsy won't give into just any guy
Crushed like
should hurry hurry
Fuck it keep ya distance I go stephen curry
Quarter past it but I'm 730
You can check the mental it ain't never sturdy
Vesre
it happened once again
He waited by the fire side
But it was not in vain
So the Bishop on the roof in a robe of red
With a bag of gold
The Bishop
John hold steady you just keep on forgetting where you're from
Just remember your home, you were the Bishop of Rome
But you wanted to be someone
Your
one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown
'cause I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck
my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean
one but I ain't no motherfuckin' clown
'cause I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respect
My Teflons will have you screaming like Wyclef Jean
Here's to the Ronnie, the voice we adore
Like coals from a coal-bucket
Scraping the floor
Sing out his praises in music and march
And if you are not
since y'all I wanted to be like macks and Bishop
Type wanna get up in the club, drinkin' Cris'sy from a gold cup
Flossin' my club, peepin' persons
through I'd like to say my prayers
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
I don't
free
I can’t do this shit for free
Like a locksmith I need keys
Ain’t no pimp but I got P’s
Stephen Curry shoot you 3
I can’t do no show for free
Want
Surrounded by fake niggas and fake bitches
Tryna' get in my ear
What about gold diggers? yeah, all them
You Tryna get them some gig
Give me coochie from
through I'd like to say my prayers
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
I don't
fimmie bet you bishop enemy no hold a semi
hella gemi 2 face , tattle tel like kenny
thomas tatted on the body like it fendi
drowning in dis alkaline
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