Lyrics:
lying dead
And their families starved, decayed
No relief by foreign aid
A poisoned dagger is their way
Government by those who kill
And then
The commander-in-chief just flew by
Did he stop? No, he had a couple seats
Just proved jet blue he's not
Jet blew by the spot
What if he ran out of jet fuel and just
around and it'll be tragic
And I could rock a rhyme with just statik
Devastating, I gotcha heart pulsating
Kool-Aid, you need aid, ejaculating
Rhymes
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
this phone, boo
You make my fu-in' Bluetooth ache
You're feeling blue? Too late
Go smurf yourself, you make me wanna smurf and puke blue Kool Aid
for my people, yet we don't know why
They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like thuggish minds turned out by
only been choked, seven zones
I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell
Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds
It's something by (?)
shadow is wearing expensive cologne
Pigtails and dookie braids
Cabinet full of Kool-Aid
I'm ghetto as fuck and my pedal is up
But I'm gassing on all of you
away.
You're a big guy, but you're cut down to size
when you're left all by yourself.
Well I'm not paid to babysit
and don't ask me to help.
Let
Its a good day even though we argued last Monday
We made up again by late Thursday
Making love as sweet as red Kool-aid
It's a good day even
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
talk
And those who talk don't know a thing
Men are born soft and turn tough
Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been kissed by God
I've been hurt, I've
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
aid
Bream ‘em down and build ‘em back up with what you throw away
Administering band aids on amputated limbs
Kissing ‘em with air raids, and your lips
bags and blankets
Tents clothing and food aid
As autumn temperatures were dropping
I drove my motor to Calais
And then you end up in the Jungle
With
a black bitch from Atlanta (Oh yea)
I got a new choppa for cripmas
I do crimes by myself i cant have a witness
30 shot in my glock none of the shots are
had hard times
I ain't do it by myself make sure we all shine
Yeen never dropped T's and have a long line
Yeen struggle, when you needed help you used
one grateful disarray of life
(I know it's harsh, but you don't deserve oxygen)
I was a light skin by the night stand
Ampersand and Amsterdam
Rudy
in hypnosis
Sesh make you cough
Like tuberculosis
Intellect divided by 2
Like mitosis
Corona got me playing Minecraft all day
Go to the beach with mask
their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make
Talk shit get picked up quick get
go die quicker
Birthday, Friday the 13th
Now they're scared of me like an AIDS test
I dey give pressure
I no dey fear death as I, paddie the grim
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