Lyrics:
control"
"Hip-hop is not, what it is today.."
"It's the real... it's the (militia)"
If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd
Microphone up off of you, 'cause it's definitely
Not meant for you to have it in your palm
And try to rock the crowd, but all alone, they stayed calm
fresh to death
I'm rocking Palm Angels at the Heaven Gates
Two Pro Maxes off a punch, bitch
I'm Kevin Gates
Bitch, I'm Star-Lord in a UFO
With stick by me
brother and my sisters and to strangers and my friends
Now I leave you by the gate, where the Scandinavian sky
Is a slab of pink meat, and when you let go
palm was right
There was no line for apologies
I am rain on
The dusted desert summertime
We will, we will
Not have to wait for long
ain't Fortnite
Couldn't let the storm knock me down
Jam three times, get the cash, go Houdini
Don't matter what I do
She not leaving 'cause she need me
just got a lot of
Star attributes and star pickin'
I'm ridin' with my brothers
I go swimmin' with the sharks with you
Kicked the bitch out
Told her I
Running into the ocean
Is the river
Running into the ocean
Is a woman
She has her daughter
By the palm of her hand
And in this salt water
She's doing
So while vultures pick and bite me
I’m keeping love not hate inside me
You cannot understand how minds mean
Until the day you know how minds feel
killers missin' a pot to piss in
His palms itchin' with dreams of executin' his vision
On a mission, watch as he grips his Glock with conviction
Can you
There's somethin' goin' on around here.
I've been watchin' and the signals are clear.
A nervous laugh when she brushes her skin,
The sweaty palms
actin' like a fuckin' stoolie
Bury me in the golden urn
I'm The Last Tamuli
Y'all don't really want the fuckin'
Drama this is not kabuki
I squash
sleep, I need you by my side
But I got errands that I gotta run, get ready if you wanna come
My Kia, bags of washing, and I'm dropping them off to my mum
your palm if you lucky
Might get enough for some Nikes
Crackhead hit a lick and go pipe it
Some days you feel rich with 600
This isn't comfort
This is
it melt in her palms
Look in the eye of the storm
Don't get destroyed by his charm
Can feel this shit in my chest
Bout time I put you on
Swear I’ve
fucked up on the spot
I got it locked, fake emcees get touched, the dim mak
Five finger point palm exploding heart poison dart
The sorcerer supreme of all
think, I just lie on the bed
And sometimes it hurts but the hurting's not good
It just makes you feel like a fool
So somewhere along I can go [doing
your throat
Choke nigga choke, I'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contact
Niggas react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track
broke her heart
When she found out mine was chrome
I told her this ain't what she want no
I'm fighting these demons in these Palm Angels ugh
Baby, I like
A
Where the models all go
And the champions stay
Palm trees by the acre
Summers everyday
Pitch women the perfect game
While I catch some rays
Still mid 70's
Okay
Just give me your hand
Look at these palms
Filthy, dirty
From sitting down on the ground
Never have been so filled empty
So every
night side by side we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him
As if he
night side by side we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him
As if he
Marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange but suddenly I forgot my fears
Well, we fought all night side by side we took our battle stance
And I
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