Lyrics:
last Saturday hit Ruth Chris, and both us ate T-Bone Steaks, okay
No I can't do shit with a QP, I need a full plate
Bro call my phone, say i'll make
on my side, put his ass in the sky if he test us
We aim low, just to shoot from the neck up
Shorty ride on the dick like a Tesla
Lately, I been on my
block Trevor killed Patrick
Booglada put Crash in the casket
Yoshi fruit ate the eggs in his basket
Ice shower sub freeze
Getaway's Black Mondy
Donkey
told Moses to go, he told Israel to go
But he couldn't leave us alone
He hardened his heart like his chest made of stone
All Egypt lamented and cried
We
trigger happy, I'ma killer
For dinners we ate livers and corn beef
I work in silence, my touch Midas, yes
Color isn't real but don't let 'em divide us
It's a trap, it's a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black?
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls
Shoulder exchanged for Vengeance so cleansing of all this motivation
That taints my inner was difficult, trying not to get ate by the hate That entered
Built
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
like a One Direction concert, so
We're on our own, so alone in the universe
We sent people to the moon and now we know just the two of us
By heart, my
Shine Your Light, Show Your Love
He Gave me the strength to not look so I can make the assist of the game
I ate up the bait and got hooked beat by
God you'll get got and he'll Do ya
I had a reckless life I ain't goin' back
The devil a lie he's tryna send em' attacks
His agenda is for us to be so
Seekers like us for our rices, I stay in ciphers,
Our live is, connected to second son of Isaacs, which had a tight grip,
On the heels of his brother,
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
named Tessa
She was his therapist girlfriend
She said
Let 'em in, ooh let 'em in
But I'm sitting outside with a shotgun by the door
Let 'em in,
I make that
His stash, I'll take that
Main look at little mama just shake that
Her back, I break that
The pussy good, yeah I ate that
Little Debbie,
taking money
Morgues full of niggas with the last shit they ate in stomach
Spinach and steak. Gore-tex boot prints still on his face
It's still on his
I still laugh
Think about the holiday when you snuck
And ate a whole cheesecake we ain't even get mad that's your favorite
We was so stressed out,
ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted,
I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was
my refuge is His voice
We are your hands we are your feet
It's time for us to stand, yeah
Cause we love you Sudan
Actions speak louder, louder than
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
the neckless
Shoot at the opp leave him breathless
She ate up the sausage just like some breakfast
Rip pop speak on his name we bringing the smoke
Pull up
your denim in just to floss an emblem
Some would debate you, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin
Or he been listening in to what his weathermen's was telling
frisked
Say we the traitors but he's the real Judas Iscariot
Turned his back on us we stay in days in he's in the Hyatt
Actin like Jerry with Mike
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
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