Lyrics:
Or question anything
My 3rd eye stay open no no no it don't ever blink no it dont ever blink
No you wont get away judgement day is everyday
Pizzagate is real
of silence
Conversation being held with nothing but eye squints
Threw a dagger at his brain to kick off the violence
Mighty strong toss, but missed him by five
Hey mom
It’s been a while
Since I got to see you smile
I be dreaming I’m a child
Still sleeping by your side
Night creeping
Eating KFC
Grubbing
of the earth for her dad
The only snag they see’s how she got yellow from black
Made light of the bleaching by speaking in lighter tones so that
Was that, brown
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
ahead but still thinking about what comes next
Grinding to the max I gotta find the time for some rest
But back to the scheme
Gotta chase, not a race, but
And then they leave me bleeding
Family dead, just freaking out bleeding
Stoned in the gutter
Empty of my colour
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win
dutchman
Loose mamis fucking, they definite land mines
Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs
Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
Fighting
Watchin' time fly
As it goes by
And I sit back with a bowl packed
Night sky Black word to Kodak
Living in the moment
Two tens, three ones
A few fives
Tank
me
I meet them once
Just once
Once I met them
or twice, three times max
Stranger, I'm so glad that you spoke
You're just light and smoke
Just a show
they’re gonna need a hand
Just separate yourself and keep your distance
You can do it by yourself you don’t need assistance
Open up your this eye and be
by, gros t'es die bye bye
Tu veux qu'on gagne? Passe moi la balle
Dans l'rap j'me sens comme Cristiano
Qui joue au Galatasaray as-salâm 'aleïkoum
Je
the maniacs
With the chunky goodie sac's, so I don't carry an ax
But I still swing low with the lumber jax
Tracks are being made by Organo-I-Z-E
Why we
Yo!
I know
Yeah
Mawthie on a mo
Yeah yeah yeah
Look
Yeah it’s three in the morning and I’m up in the club
Yeah
Awon kon jaiye
Awon kon
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
Tryina figure out when
I've more times than I could count
Been here how'd I miss 'em
It's a burial site
And I'm surrounded by
Gravestones
Everywhere
Overall length eight hundred and seventy millimetres,
Length of barrel four hundred and fifteen millimetres,
Length of sighting line three
Dutchman
Loose Mamis fucking, they definite land mines
Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs
Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
Fighting
To the tune of “cll Too Well (10 Minute Version)” by Taylor Swift
[Verse 1]
When hagfish are breathing
Water enters the buccal cavity
The velum
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving
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