Lyrics:
of glory
Be thankful we're all goin' home
Sing praises of glory
Be thankful we're all goin' home
of glory
Be thankful we're all goin' home
Sing praises of glory
Be thankful we're all goin' home
again
Mother fuckers a shake your hand with a shakey hand
Intentions can’t be predicted but I'ma take a stand
I mean stab at it I stab em and now I’m
the black tux over there with Lucky
Bring my heater niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me and touch me
I felt
My bones break through my skin
I'm goin' back to Belfast City
You can't cage my spirit in
Your soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh
But they can't stop
Yeah, mama, you got this bitch goin' crazy
BonezInDaKutt, Bitch
Where I'm from, you better keep your guns
Niggas fightin' for their life out here,
bucks is Kareem,
I been in the ring All of my hooks, Muhammad Ali,
I just wanted to win, Put up with my city, tryna get seen,
I belong in the league Fly
gon' pay your bills
'cause the hills in some
Fields for the thrill put that
Ass in his face
Don't try and judge a book by it's cover
Momma said judge
scattered
Can't find the purpose in what matters
So I mastered the act
By cracking my shell
You're able to tell
It isn't who I am
It isn't a mask
It isn't
on the come up
Bang on your mother
First one to pop champagne in the Hummer
Nickname me "The Cutter"
I'll put a blade in your face, Make a shape in your brains
Johnson
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we don't
Johnson
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we don't
[Verse 1]
Welcome to my wonderful world of word wizardry,
Where my verbs literally turn symphonies in to a place
Where the sun doesn't go (home
anywhere toe draggin'
Throwin' stones in glass homes with your eyes closed
Glued to an iPhone, let your mind go
It's winter time 'cause the rhymes cold
Don't
Now that was trouble, cause you would get robbed
On the bus goin' home, by a crazy large mob
They'd sneak on the back of the bus and they looked
For
the grandpa, three for the 80
The peanut butter brittle got the sizzles goin' crazy
And sizzle when it blaze and ring bells in his ear
A-A-One, hey son, make
Bad bitch she mixed just like some gumbo
Loyal to my bucks like Antetekounmpo
Living room look just like a gun show
Blue benjies, add 'em by the bundle
to do
Whisper if you think its the right tone
Throw a bone to your wife
Maybe a knife
The teens fight
Show em who's not going home tonight?
Who's not
lost in this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home
Don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely
So I married my Nina
I keeps her wherever I
blindfold
I been long gone, Geronimo
But I'm still stuck, trying to make a buck, but just spend it back
Where your dealer at
Cause I need a rock, I got to get
And I ride a wild buck through the streets of Brooklyn
We travel and we roam, we're an American band
Where I lay my head's my home with my american man
I
some war shit going on losing thousands of our bros
But you still going to complain about how your girls are now your foes
And your guy didn't by you
couldn't live on the bone
Oh what a way, hey, today you gotta get your own
By any means, I mean I have to get the green
My sneakers used plus I was tired
this groovy
Damn, a while ago and now you know
All about the timings I been on
Long as it ain't no shuckin' and jivin', nobody goin' home soon
It's time
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