Lyrics:
whispers
Lips twisted
It's been a minute, takes a little longer
Not penning no kid shit as I chose to pivot
Just know the G.O.A.T., I live it
When I press
the steel, OMB gon' blow for real
Niggas dissing on the O, but ain't nobody pressing me
I'm pushing P, I keep the heat, I know my opps be ducking me
Ask his
to end lives, y'all just bust em for fun
Every stone in my chain is a wedding ring
Lord, I got a bright mind, but my bread insane
The jays slap like Steph
was a party Tuesday on the base
By then we knew 'most ev'ry face
After that 'round eight o'clock
We went and froze out on the dock
It was very cold
For your demise is much more closer to you
It's in your hands. O, descendant of Cain!
In the hands of a creature that calls itself Human
One day
ruch
Słońce mi wschodzi nad banią ja spadam
By się tu o nic nie prosić
Portfel swój tylko kojarzyć z nadwagą non stop se zbijać kokosy
No bo zbyt ciasny
Mister pres
Empathy impaired
Mistress in the bed
Mister fake news made true
Mister orange head
Mister lying to the press
Mister "I build walls
Everybody just be capping
Nobody really get nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Life is not hard
Na people wild
Day by day good people turn bad
I don't know why
Maybe na
and his wife
They’ll never see they daddy out here free in they life
Damn, they ain’t living by the rules
Tryna live off the land in this bitch making moves
balance
Kaodili heard the news
He knew what he had done
He bust into tears
To live with much regret
Life Na turn by turn if reap you go collect
Rewind
me as i am
now i'm alive and be set free
The resurrected KING, is resurrecting me,
so HE lives in me to declare HIS glory
now we will come and sing,
o
you
From depression, obsession, addiction
To heresies, variance, and seditions
This life I now live it's a difference
Satan had me bound up in my
and life tell me it's o it's ok
That all we breathe is hate
And all I seem to say
Is I don't care if you're ten feet tall you've got
Ginger hair or you smoke
punchlines
I got God over money for me!
It's not a diss its the way i live
Ghetto money, you can't stand fi compete!
Industry gat so many kind of people
live
The less concern we have for our fellow man
The Man with thе Hoe by Edwin Markham
Bowed by the wеight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe as he
they my only O-P-P
Never with a crowd, always been the one to lead
Even dressed down I got swag I'm too flee
They ask what I practice, I just put my
Cut they face
A double "O" but I always ran with "trey"
Either 9 or they ate
I was signed by the apes
Different lines we would draw
All them bodies we
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
di youth dem hungry inna di streetss o a food we hafi find,
YU KNO
[Verse 1]
Sarg, dem a look fa we, theplace a run red now
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
di youth dem hungry inna di streetss o a food we hafi find,
YU KNO
[Verse 1]
Sarg, dem a look fa we, theplace a run red now
5-7-75 my born day
I reach earth, now i'm involved in foul play
Ty Nitty
New York City
we stay right
the high life
flooded ice from jewel heist
kill them,
He only ate their hide.
That County had six dem-o-crats
Until that man arrived.
Well only one lives on today:
He ate the other five.
Don't hurry back
I've wasted too much time on you already
You took my love and let my dreams all shatter
No, no
It's 2 o'clock in the morning
The searchers keep searchin' for
The hammer of the gods
We are the proud
We are the few
And we are backed
Up by tradition
We drink hard
We live fast
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