Lyrics:
I began writing Poetry as a teen./
Produced by the era of the unseen/
The kind of music that makes a girl like you.
Every song I have ever seen/
of wicked high society
Eating from a tree of good and evil philosophy
Ultra MK LSD supposedly
Officially canceled by Congress in nineteen seventy
Until they
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
golfin' with my Callaway's
Or watchin' football, word to Joey Galloway
Take a shower start singin' like Al Green
From outside, it probably sound like
The ambulance came right away.
Across the street, I heard him say:
"Al I got hit by a car,
You're a good friend Al, that's what you are."
Crushed like green
mine as well be a sin
All you bitches jokes, call em all Harley quin, bitches wanna kick it
Hit em with a sweet chin, rumble in the ring you wont last
hit the club with a mug
So mean got them niggas
Like who the fuck is that
Then I hop up out the car
So clean got them hoes
Like who the fuck is that
Hit
keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the mall in Long Island, they
kings blend bong load al a mode
The neutron bomb, the sticky green
I'm higher than a kite when i hit the scene
Stoners Reekin Havoc ask Kevin Zing
But
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
'cause they don't understand
You can tell by how I walk
Man my pockets filled with green, I don't ever gotta talk
Probably see me in your city, heard it
viel heiße Tracks
Nenn mein Album Greatest Hits
Die Hose tief durch Money Stacks
Everybody's favorite
Aber ich bin noch ein Ghost
Da ihr nix von meinem
And Jolly
A green giant
Telling you stories
While it's happening
Call it Jolly tales
My album
Made it to the top
And it never fell
Wishing star
Shine bright
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Tiefe in mehr Richtungen, als es gibt
Jemand hat sich in diesen Moment verliebt
Meditation entspannt geb' ich das Ruder aus der Hand
Und lass mich
enemies (nah)
Watch niggas even if you play on the same team
You see how Jordan Poole got knocked out by Draymond Green
Ain't no bein' cool after that,
Know who you with
By the time you see the sparkles
You already hit real shit
Similar but it's different
Drippin' instead of sippin'
For every bottle you
When my album drops stream 1 billion
My wisdom don't stop to count a million by the dozens
Now it is what it is as it was back then
Still gotta git up
For the go again,
I been busy stackin up
I been busy bossin up
Hit the 4x
Blade dance,
Rover baby from the Eastside
I heard ya album
I do better on my
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
The Imperialist
That Gas Hit My Lung, Now I’m Feelin’ It
Me I Just Feel This Shit
Take Weapons Out And Lets Drill This Shit
Watch The Way I Start Killing Shit
You
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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