Lyrics:
around to face the coming task?
Never someone I knew
How much longer 'til we're through? (Yeah)
How much longer 'til we're through?
How much longer
rising Up in African skies, damn, that'd be nice to check
Next time I guess, map out the flights
Some dreams are worth not checking tags for the price
And,
the mufuckin staff too
Hit her from the back too
I had to accept
I really couldn't pass you
I couldn't just not try
I couldn't just drive by
I really am
techs like I'm Cousins
Cause I always speak my mind
Come at the king you better not miss
You got a problem, I got a fix
I got the night, you got a kiss
I
The clouds are so thick and the mates are fear-stricken
A wicked thing's coming this way
Oh my home, my long goodbye
Down below five hundred voices
Cry
never do shit dare you to try that
Hit him in his abdomen
Leave him with a 5 pack
Just dropped a tape on em
But we coming right back
Yeah I heard your new
gripping on her waist with control
Already with it imma soon take her home
You can tell she’s dripping by the way that she moans
Forever lifted imma aim
hear you. I've memorized your song.
It's not coming home; you've been here all along
To CHORUS:
Bridge:
There's no need for any more spending precious
and they know this here
Beams coming down from the atmosphere
Don't be scared it's the people
That got us here
They say it's unknown we stamp that shit
We
favorite pastor
Overturn Roe V wade cuz' them babies matter
If I rapped about murder I bet
I'll be their favorite rapper
But I rap about God and
Family so I
beens and disowned by the backspins
Alone to the grasp and I'm grown into grassman
I'm a grown to these draftsman just a pine cone to these axe men
Till I'm coming home
Begging and pleading
Some saints do it wrong
Steady and breathing
My God's on the throne
Bleeding heathers on the streets when
Bought the AMG just so they could see my drive
Pain and pleasure always coming side by side
Dropped the nine to five, now I swear I'm working more
Saint
You go home with the honey the power the cheese
Lockhart
We smoking these niggas
Top chart
Number one pick by the sinners
Pop tart
Coming out hot
yeah that's The Bay
West Oakland every day
That's where my Momma stay
Henny 5th, poolside
Goyard bag, tool inside
Double R, for the ride
Phantom
savages
Don't believe me? Check my status
This battlefield's my canvas
And it might not take us platinum
But that hand drum is my anthem
We go (bang
my odyssey
Where else can I go?
You're the sweetest girl I know
I'm pregnant
And I'm coming home to you
But what can we do?
There's some
We getting wrecked by these labels with no latex
Selling sex we wear our worth around our necks
These itty-bitty Fool
Minuscule mumbling mouths
kick it 'cause this ain’t FIFA
And yeah, I ball, but I don’t play soccer
Yay
What is that stench coming from yo' locker?
Don’t worry about that
Just stay
Yeah, Scientific Shabazz, the Holy Psychiatrist
Coming down with that spiritual rain
Six thousand years of darkness
Four hundred years of pain
Fast forward years later
Got harder and lost our home
No less than 6 months in the dark
No power all alone
Started praying cause I knew
All eyes were
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