Lyrics:
Don Dada, you wanna roll with the mobsters?
It was me and you
Too deep in the 'lac
We survived homicides and the verbal attacks
I know, it
could he be talkin' 'bout?
I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch
You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now
Then Doug called,
the 6th grade since you was sober
All you can remember is that bullshit, they told ya
In the middle of the hood, how you get bit by a cobra
Well, I guess
the soles of your feet
And you danced in the turquoise rain
That carved the canyon deep
You are the golden sun in the valley
You are the purple mountains
looking for me, I'll be where the purple sprite be
Bitch I might be
Bitch I might
Bitch I might be
Bitch I might be
Killing this game 'til they indict me
I
I'm Soft Spoken Heart Broken Sins n Swarmin locust
Honor we upholster
Niches wit the vultures
A mitigated by the Cobras
Matte black soldiers
Eroding
purple
I need a house with floors made of marble
Verses so cold you should wear a thermal
Pool so deep you could come and snorkel
See family matters if
The world finna know Mike Jones mann
Mike Jones! (Mike Jones)
Swishahouse! (Swishahouse)
Come here Watts (Come here Watts)
[Chorus: x2]
Purple
yeah that Kior purple plum runts in
I've being properly preparing to prevent a poor performance I've been properly preparing to prevent a poor
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
After I drop this album gotta stay 10 toes deep
While your home boy 6 foot deep
That's what happens when you creep on me
In da party wit a white tea
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me
I was walking around the flower show like
the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me
I was walking around the flower show like
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
this album in a frame
Watch me spit, this finna be flames
Saved by the bell, you know this one gon' be swell
Every story that I tell, spitting rhymes
I try being sweet
It's very deep in me
Now I can only see red on red
My mom's going out with my best friends' dad
She talking loud I can't
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
covered by the imagery
I would tell you
But you would just forget it
Purple skies
Split the night
Close your eyes
And seek the light
The weight
the window with that stick make it sing
Go by different names when I'm serving my feigns
Who said I don't want this shit? know I do, whatchu' mean
I got two
covered by the imagery
I would tell you
But you would just forget it
Purple skies
Split the night
Close your eyes
And seek the light
The weight of the world
the number one album, ou
And I told 'em all I'm excited, ouu
And I told 'em all that they righteous, ouu
All you gotta do is be with Christ (facts!)
Niggas
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
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