Lyrics:
the feds
Bring XXXTentacion back, Take Trippie Redd (RIP X)
Bring Mac Miller back, take Lil Xan
Fuck him anyway, shorty ain't no 2Pac fan
Nas dropped
than him?
Can't you see you're never gonna win?
I won't fight, I will draw for the ting
Eskiboy
I wanna see my name live when I'm gone
I'm gonna write
call scratch 'n sniff
I don't bite, so let me be clear
(Hey mic controller, let's steal some of Paul's good ideas)
So now alter that and back
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
live, bleed, and die for Him
That I will live again - cmen
"Come Back Home, Lord
Fix my marriage
Fix my home
Fix my family
Fix me
I welcome You in my life
gangsta Cass' that I bang Cass'
Once again you came back after
Jesus saved yo' fake ass
So this ain't even a welcome
Home party for you
This is technically
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
we not pastors?" ("but just rest for a second") "ok"
I promise I'll bring it home, let's invest in the text (c *mon)
I'm about to hit you with the hook
Hey, grandma
Yeah, I'm still out makin' my Uber runs
I'll be home soon
I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile
Okay, okay, love you
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
the mall
I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol
Nigga already know it's me high, I be fly
I swear that I'm a trouble man like TI
I'll show you how we die if
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
explanation
All he needs is a bad boy driver
To help him escape from the destination
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah
If you live by the gun,
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
a thought?
Think about your eternal soul
What's the purpose of the life you live?
To give your entire life to Him
Teach us how to pray
Teach us how to pray
Who
at minimum
I bring hot rhymes when I arrive, like vegetables I'm steamin' 'em
When Neem is on the scene the opposition say they fearin' him
I'm in attack
"Simon said come back," I'm like, "Simon dead" (brrah)
Brodie took 'em on a chase and they got the plates, bro, take mine instead (go)
They taxed him
DND
Yeah this a tough one
Monkey on my back and it's tap dancing and beat boxing
Come up on the mic and I'm Pete Rocking re-rocking
Kicking it to you
of money, live in a shit hole
60 ball, another 60 ball, bring Wala Kurt home
Bitch, bring Wala Kurt home
Three of them boys locked in a cell, stuck in that
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