Lyrics:
Uh
Say I look dead in the center of the ocean
And ask why you ain't make a pool more fit for me
Every time I sang know everything comes down to you
Brrt
Ring the alarm, gun in my palm
Art of War, how I study and body the sacred law
Sun Tzu, Psalms 82, nigga know he a God
Tongue's used
Heja usa ni är världens bästa land
Hurray for usa you are the greatest nation in the world
Heja usa ni har världen i er hand
Hurray for usa you have
to sell more guns
In the hundreds
Mom who's bombing London?
A cunt did
You don't gotta think it's okay to move on
You don't gotta move on if you want
Fucking wit me, got her breaking the rules
Who in it better, come dope as I is?
Hit from the back now she loving the kid
My Rydah a thug yeah she know what
going on money runs
Not only does it talk, the money makes honeys cum
The gun in the crossbody, don't rap or talk bodies
Some real rights with me and they
salt to school kids
Question everything you're told
Seems history is written by hands holding
bigger guns
So be careful when you listen and more
careful
need to panic
Don't feel your age
L hear you live in
A golden cage
You get so manic
You get so spun
Get out my
You're a loaded gun
Come around
the end or just the start of
Something really, really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly
Won't you
Come by and see me,
Don't cry little darlin' - it's all in fun
Your heart's not a target for my loaded gun
Sewed her up, but this one's never gonna come undone
by us -
me moving.
Can you wait?
I'll be along any year.
Progress slowed by heightened fear.
I got a broken crown.
I went from king to clown.
Don't think I'm
And you'll be saying 'damn i lost my luck.'
Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker.
By the Compton gangsta of rap. Raised in the hood.
Always up to no good.
I
believe what happened to the trees.
If I need someone, would you help me to get by?
If I come to you, would you give it a try?
I'm all alone,
So far
sleep or if you get none
The cock's gonna call in the morning, baby
Check the cupboard for your daddy's gun
Red sun rises like an early warning
The Lord's
my temperature
You don't even check my gun at first
In, in this low life I've been treated like a boy who got delusion
Mostly people didn't want me
uh, yo (AC, the motherfuckin' diva)
Yo
New gun come with a drum, but no beam (brra)
I get in the booth, no turkey, I go ham (come on)
Shoutout
Let me know if it's beef
I'm ready to feast
I'ma be at that site thumpin by myself with a hundred deep
We talkin' 'bout rappin', gunfire, guns
Standing alone in the graveyard
Nothing is carved on their stone
Loading the gun for your next start
'Cause you're not finished and you're out for
and guns
Is that less expressive from how indie snobs expect it done
When underground records come with three choices
They can't spit
You can't
illegal guns that know how to hide
Homicide ties, baby, yea, I dominates what you tryin to do
I wear my hat broke down and play the war when I'm sliding
Til there's a glint in his eye and I realize
He's just making more sentences in his mind
And here it comes, and there's nothing I can do
I take
of life?
Yo, somebody please tell me...
I look inside the mirror and look in myself, I'm hopin' for help
Everyday I'm hopin' for a brand new strife
and spirals in mind
But you know that this song is not about a
No or yes or why
What's really what I say is
That about a resignated sigh
So come along I think
thing
It's such a danger
It's such a danger
Oh, it's such a dangerous thing
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
I was sinking but tainted
I was shot by the gun
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