Lyrics:
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
and
Multiple digit's in excess
Ya family broke bread
But my family's bread was soggy
Till my brothers broke bricks like Mr miyagi
Now what the fuck
"Bring it
"It's ya boy, Born Sinner
And shout out to the M.A.F.I.A"
How you gone bring yo niggas into battle?
You must be the worst president of a company
get love everywhere I go
You already know
Machete got the illest flow
And you know that a nigga off the chain
Mr. Bald head and shades
Mr. So Gaudy Gain
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
sentiments I'd give you a pound like "Greetings Mr. President."
Now go do your homework
Order the sequence
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
The ones placed in power playing Russian roulette with our lives
Every five hours
A child goes missing
Mr President
I hope you're listening
I wake up every
and you Mr. Satan
Bitch I been with the presidents I been with the bands
Bitch I been with the drip yea I been with the brands
Bitch I been in the court no
competitor that I'm not better than
For them dead presidents I crush niggas
Like getting stomped on by a full grown elephant
Fuck drops and chains
I'm trying
Huxley's world
The twilight zone, Mr president texting your phone
Funneling profit from foreign conflict to conflict at home
You pose for photos, just
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
an internship, ugh
I gotta get it in
If it ain’t me
Then who is it then
I fell in love with
the Benjamin’s
Swear Mr. Franklin a better friend
Say you that nigga
differ, we differ)
Fake I don't condone but that is where we differ in life
I'm in another zone and that is where were different
(We differ, we differ, we
to hit me up
I'm In my zone
Moving too fast
I smell fresh check the cologne
All these women love me
That's the reason
They be blowing my phone
I get it I
I love snow and I love sleigh bells
Love singing carols, and boy
I love sleigh bells
It's a jingle jingle Santa party
It's a jingle jingle Santa
The best of both worlds
By a popular vote
You can call us love
By how we revolt
We authentic
We pragmatic
We magnetic
We ambitious
We fantastic
We
the face of an angel
Tainted by the city, you ain't from this place it'll change you
Walkin by, I thought I was sly
Offered to try, at first I thought she
smiles on me
I snort a line of pre-workout then pass up on the tree
Your mother loves my style, thinks I am the bees knees
And while I can outrun your ass,
a cyclone
Watch the Throne risks if you let me into my zone
N***as who know me be like damn dawg you on some s**t
I been in this stu making the music you
we be puffin zooties
All my friends are dead
Presidents I feel like Lil Uzi
She say she wan' ride me like a bike like she work out w Ruby
How he think
a nickle-plated burner
Still burnin' rubber, bustin' rubbers
And these bitches under cover
Tell the truth I ain't a lover
But I fuck her like I love her Boss...
Instead of doing good
They'd rather see me catching cases
The fans love me but I struggle
Trying to impress the label
And all this got me feeling like it's
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