Lyrics:
better know it
These lines comin' from my mind so I never wrote it
Keep my nine by my spine so I never show it
Yeah I'm addicted to pine but I never
they polluted the future
Got me thinking of a new thing
Revolver-lution
Computer souls, controlled by confusion
You be clubbin', while the world
Of the one and only, Just Blaze, I got a couple people
In the house with me, Usually we do this at the
Beginning but we gon' do it at the end this time, I
chains
We're liberated by the King only freedom remains
For the people of God, yeah, the people of God
We're livin' in kingdom that will never end
We're
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
muthafuckin' gangstas
All the way from New York to muthafuckin' Cleveland
Terror Squad, muthafuckas
[Flesh]
I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve a brother
Me
(think)
How you get money, wit time to hate
Positions is different, I contemplate
Move by myself cuz niggas be fake
But most of em be lost, dat's a cost
wanna shine when
It ain't they time
Comin up with styles mimickin mine
My infinite mind, has no beginin or end
Take out the ink, replace the blood of my
aye
Comin' for the neck of every doubter like a noose, ooh
Might just end up on the news, ooh
We gotta get it, yeah
They still ain't get it, huh? (nah)
the songs
And maybe the old songs will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines will sound new
Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder
Maybe old
hoes by the four and they playin' our songs
They comin' over just to get high (High)
If Finestro wit' us then we supplied (We supplied)
This bitch
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
thugs (tellin' me where I can go)
I'll be waitin' for you (can she go with me? when I'm comin' home)
Until you get through (and all that ol' crazy shit)
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
down down
When was the last time you prayed?
Or don't you believe in the power of prayer? (prayer)
Workin' so hard to be great,
Distracted by
Ayy (skrrt, skrrt)
(SG Gang, nigga, skrrt)
Kodak, why you strapped like that?
Why you act like that?
'Cause I got it by myself (ayy)
(You know I
your chrome clow, your brain get blown out
Playa listen your forgettin to slippin to get your grind on
When we comin hittin, spittin your times gone
go again
As time passes by here
We don't live and lie here
We're all going to die in the end
Kiss me goodbye
For the doctors are comin'
We all know
rise, for the judge comin through
Cause we all tryna just get by
Slick ice ice ice, slipping on through my life
Clean slice slice slice slice wether
know it's a lie
By your own book
It says by fire next time
The golden egg's cracked open
And there was nothing inside
Cast all dispersions
Build
Dum ditty dum, kid, where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to
Steppin' on these stages
Outrageous rhymes left my mind
And soon became contagious
time that I checked though we ain't speakin'
About to call her back jump off the deep end
Always on my mind like a bad addiction
Keep on comin' back go
is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch the countdown 'till the end of the day
The clock ticks life away and it's so unreal
Look at me now, I'm somethin'
I was down, I ain't have nothin'
T-town, grew up on the rough end
Focused on tryna get the bucks in
All I really
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