Lyrics:
goddess I'm the highest in the room
Hashtag to the moon
Get on yo back... off of this pack
No rap cap... I'm in the trap
Hoe relax... roll that sac
While
24 7 (yaa)
Garden da gates of all yalls heaven (way)
Spring aloof Mr bean source o happiness (ooooo ya)
Infinitely blessed by elohimz dragon prinzess
back
I guess you know I'm competitive
I'm doing fine cus I see the moon
And you know she always stay elegant
I'm a king but I stay benevolent
Gotta queen
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon
respect
Who he for
Hoochie wearing booty shorts
Newly scored
Toosie slide been here before
This a story written by a maniac
If I reach to the top
Always alone, I'm a ranger
Said I'm comfy on my ones
The only friend I know is danger
I ain't a maniac
But certain situations could've made me die
Made me
the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya
livin in the land of sin
I close my eyes and I count to 10'000
Shit is still fucked up down in public housing
Turn on the TV just to see my man
clothes, phone, shoes and rhyme book and backpack
Labelled a maniac
For the verse I wrote
Cursed by the powers that be
For the gift I hold
My words are
cool I will tell you now
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
O-o-ho-waa o-h
Baby we have been here a million times
Baby we have been here a million
the battery in the back when we powered by the sol
Ya old models need to be Discontinued
Check my evolution chain
While this shit continues.
Know some women
timezone
I see you burn think I like it think I'm a maniac pyro
A genius can't think straight maybe a muhfucking psycho
Before my time got a lot to do
Make
to Farrah Fawcett
Pulling back her hair like she nauseous
She wanna be acting all naughty
Until the cameras recording
A life of vanity
Goddamnit I can barely
Hit her form the back then I put her on a lease
Call that doggy style live a killer lifestyle
Aim for the moon and man I no go miss o
Man I I no go
fuck by your system, that's evident
Puts bullets in a brother at a club back to ignorent
Special shouts to big boomer, personal autograph
And shouts
the stands
I was staying back, even though I wanna throw hands
Bam, bam, watching Chloe take a gyallie by the hair strands, everybody else screaming "OD"
niggas
Guess what, guess who, Crab killa's back
The AK-47 mix with the maniac
A nigga with a problem
A nigga ain't back tight
So I'll be rollin' on these
myself
I'm by myself
I'm by myself
I'm by myself
Alone
Hear my voice
Through the dim
Hear the waves on your skin
Like a call from within
Come back
talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
Trailer life, that Southern rap
Moon
(Aye), aye (Aye)
Aye (Aye), aye (Aye)
Yuh (Aye), aye (Aye)
Uh (Aye), uh (Aye)
Uh
Always tryna tip up on a axis
I cannot back this
Seem like y'all need
at the end of his nose.
And hand in hand at the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the
By the light of the, by the light of the moon
years old)
Unaccompanied by adults and a neglected dog
In the basement (In the basement)
I came back in the house and did what I came here to do
Dove
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
what I create boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my waist
I could send
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