Lyrics:
to blame
Four times she came
Got her on my leash
She a little freak
But she can't be tamed
This bitch said she a capricorn
So I'm pulling her by her horns
miles come back 2.2, or 5.6, or 7.9, or 10.7
If he comes back and I see 4.8 and a half of a mile,
That means he came from Keisha's house,
He rode
by
Yo guard that you ain't a fighter
Came out the bac door the nigga ain't see me
He wanna die over a pound of that tree
Tree no sixty nine I can't
part is
Always know where to find the light no matter where the dark is
All the nights that I forgot (got)
Times I wanted to stop (stop)
Seconds still
Four pretty daughters
For this small town
Southern man
Then a few years
Later came another
A boy, he wasn't planned
Seven people
Living all
Born to die
Go to school to cry
Get a job more lies
Happiness flies in a sky so blue
From children with dreams that just never came true
Rember all
me
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
came the storm
We all waited for
Aton, you're the father of the second storm
A revelation for the newborn soul
The shattered mirror is the way to go
Another week gone by
How's that studying going, Slim?
Oh all my life I've always worked all day long (Day)
While Fat Pork has always had it made (Fat
I had a dream that the world had changed
And for a second there was no pain
Instead of politics and rioting
I heard lyrics from our legends
Then I
Imma take it by force
Yea, Give it up, This is a whole stick up
Bet that I came to pick up my lil portion
Give me what's due, I'm above 7 sources
Planted
(I'm in the booth talking crazy by myself fuck a .. alright)
I could do it all dual threat like Lamar Jackson
These niggas pissing on the stalls these
you don't call this gangster
You don't know what gangster is
Said it's one thing to be real
But real ain't all a gangster is
If you don't call this
every second or learn a lesson from bad ones
Ridin' wit a bad bih
Foreign in my foreign I be stuntin' like my daddy
When it’s rainin' it’s pourin', imma
and hookin', finessin'
Run up get done up, I keep me a weapon
You can get killed right by 7 11
You can get killed at like 7:11
Takin' my time countin' all
First things first
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have
First things first
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have
in this tower
Have I lost all connection to you?
I cross my heart in the sky
It came down with your lies
Now every second feels forever without you
the hourglass wouldn't let me
Every grain and every second
Passes by without hesitancy
It's filling up with quicksand
I'm stuck nobody to help me
Time don't slow
think about the last seven months that I dominated (yeah)
The cars that we drive come in like common denominators
You could be the one livin' this life
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
second
Aheheheheheheheh!
I probe for evidence, movin, positive beams
Incite the first gadget, my atom explodes
Just hit the fifth planet, the x
cleansed by the flames
Preordained
As I falter by every word
Summoning all but the Lord himself
For as the shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book"
It
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