Lyrics:
transformed into boulders
Took me a year or eight but you got to get the total
New bloggers, old problems again
So it's back to no good in this booth it is
Yeah, Big Chi in the building
M80 what it do
Rebel Army shit
Yeah, yeah
Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of
Long before the rap game
then this is how we're doing it yeah
You tried to bring mans into it and that
Okay then yo, yo
Skepta the chance of you beating me in
This clash right
off)
We keep it squaded like a army
Heartbeats drop when we jump out car seats
(Car seats)
Everyone hates on gang, but
It's nothin', my G
We do this our
galaxy
Born to a storm on the seas of Gallilee
Battle me and suffer whiplash
From my apostles leave you in shackles in
The castle of Nosferatu
Ikon is
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
when they quiet man talks, you don't know his walk, his shoes, and his steps... and
reputation
Can't be determined simply by the words that he's
right out of the cells
Cos in the end we'll be asked how well
We used our time to depopulate hell
This is really what I see
Most of the people don't
is sprayed
I'm out here, fuck it, like I live on Targhee
And Rico, keep a low cut like laundry
I don't give a fuck, y'all made me bitter
I'mma whip
of our lives and every choice we made is getting judged out
Scarily to die without Christ will put us in hell with Satan we will burn out
But if you bow
flight
She knows, most def I’m a travelin’ man
So if you want it come and get it, catch me quick as you can
Cause I’ll be, out of sight, out of mind
I’ll
B-LIEU
And get beat
Black and blue
Bruised and your face fracture
My right hand will leave you snoozed
Like an alarm clock
This is Mortal Kombat
Beast-Lieu
I'll impale him in Salem Mass
Compared to me, the Devil is trailer trash
God awful apostle, fossilized
These know-it-all mahfuckers trying
i'm spinning
I hop in the masi i'm senseless
Fuck society i'm a menace
(Chri$t, You know this beat is worthakeylow!)
They want me back on the curb
and everyone's in or out
So many in silence but using their voices to make it clear
I'm the man of the hour the sweeter sour
They had no belief in me, so that's
cane
Beat about to hit like Luke Cage
Feeling gassed up
Propane
You become an enemy
It ain't gon be the end of me
I tell it like a prophecy
And this is
my bitch is homophobic, haha
Shout out to my man, Cench (bro, what?)
Wagwan, big wan up yourself
Select a dutty wine roadside gyal me a go fuck
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me man - this is what I do man!
All these miserable fucks man â?? e'rybody got they fuckin hand out
E'rybody want you to just come, give 'em money
always do about this time
Uh-huh, yeah
I know what you doin ma
Tryin to get in an argument with me so I can
Do my mad thing, you want me to do my mad
always do about this time
Uh-huh, yeah
I know what you doin ma
Tryin to get in an argument with me so I can
Do my mad thing, you want me to do my mad
Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
Bitch
Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired
Get out your seats, real hip hop is back up in these streets
RBG, Army in the Hood, we our own police
Ain't no need for these Feds keeping scopes
what can I say
This is for never telling me how to stay grounded
Surrounded by family
No paparazzi hounding
Falling in debt, percocets, nervous wreck
Now
faith, a child was born, but no
one could be the father, except for a god.
This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or...
Another sky is
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