Lyrics:
and weather-beaten face
All-kindled by a still and sacred fire,
That burn'd as on an altar. Philip look'd,
And in their eyes and faces read his doom
Then, as their
to the reverend smoking weed at eleven
But we still on our knees tryna make it into heaven
That fire start to burn when that water lose leverage
Why they put us in
thumb got stained
I'm a nigga out here, everything come free
I ain't never met God, but I bet he know me
Put the money in the set, a nigga die in them
whatever you say I am but I'm not Eminem I just spit like him
Cause I'm influenced by the shit he did
Midwest I'm avenging it they be running from us cause
He's building me a cabin in the hills.
I live my lonesome life down in a valley with the factories, the rivers, and the mills.
Sometimes I can almost
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
still alive
He will be our cloud by day and our pillow of fire by night
When I was in darkness and I could not see my way
Lord it was your
Meek Mill
Ain't no room in this V12, going 95 with no seatbelt
If you try to slide, chopper refill it got rapid fire, I can't keep still
Way too many
With skin as tough as a burlap sack he had his second heart attack last summer
But he's still goin'
There's a melancholy in his eyes, for all
runs in my blood, and I'm the guy they require
And these guns bring nothin' but prison and death, still
All my niggas just admire the fire
Bro squeeze
the authenticity
All the confidence is real though
I'm tryna rap 'til infinity
I'm not in the game to make a mill though
I have to do it for free
I'm gonna do it for
Okay
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning
I'm goin' in
Gudda, why they started me?
Marley, why they
castles on the beaches
But don't get it confused
Said he still got moves
Where the wrong colors niggas end up
On the news like Sal
Like Durant in a dream
at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be breathin
And I ain't leavin, so
Suck
too-wee,
young birds from
a truck. In the meantime, opiate
so piercing. Ach, dey sing in earnest.
Seven now.
MUSIC was being born
again. Toads are still
the hit but I can still send it
I’m the mill ticket
Shit get real wicked
Tried to tell em not to do it but he still did it
Even if I miss my target bitch
buried 'em deep and they still in the way
I know some lil' niggas got baptized, trap guys (trap guys)
They can't put the drillin' away (way)
Had
homeboy's-strapped-with-his-gat-
In-his-lap' crap
This is on the lyrical skills, you can scratch that
My lyrical skills makes mills, pays bills
And chills, all of the no-frill
you wanna be loved, lights shining ya name
I can show you how it's done", came a pen from a flame
Then he signed his life away in exchange for the fame
brawlin' on the ground
The cop pulls his pistol and fires off a round
Yo he should of got a job, should of went to class
Now he's layin' all alone, still
maybe 5 years When I got me some mills and a crib By the sea
Hate me or love me it really don't Matter cuz Imma still get it, by any Means, by any means
it all
But were just doing whats allowed by law
The mill needs wood and the bank needs paid
So we fire the diesels in their name
Logging never caused
You cannot judge a book by its cover
I seen the doubt they put me on the cutter
Taking my shot im trying to beat the buzzer
He play with them keys
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