Lyrics:
Lord knows i'm a sinner
Need to find myself down by the river
Feeling like my fingers on the trigger
Hating on my liver with the liquor
She in
was heard by our crew
So we pursuing his killer
Eye for an eye, the world already blind
Revenge is a pillar
We live by 'fuck it' mentality
We blood
a tangerine
It's sweetbitter
I'm feeling so high up
In my feelings so high uh
Yeah you make me wanna live like I'm a sinner
Bite into it like a tangerine
It's
they come and go
Hey, the walls are starting to move
The floor is way down there
What a buzz it is
There's electricity in the air
Boy, I'm feeling
explain this loosely
It just seems to me confusing
Hit 'em with a hundred percent damage to the skull
Criti' criti' criti' criti' critical
Hit 'em with
finding self so they chase it
Easier said than done but we need to get back to basics
The game was more direct when they brought us straight off the slave
let's
Let the lesson start
You better dash or get hit
With this semi that'll
Knock out a colon and rip your chest apart
Come to think of it I shouldn't
the palms of your touch
In a world of dark distractions
It can all get too much
So let's sit by an English river
'Til the water runs dry
Can we light
sister, Mindy
I spit game like that to get brains like that
Butter soft leather seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a running back
Get ya
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
Talkin about a addict boy I gotta Get the guap
They ain't really soldiers man They cannot state the cause
Come and see bout me to get a head ya I'm
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
the palms of your touch
In a world of dark distractions
It can all get too much
So let's sit by an English river
'Til the water runs dry
Can we light
(thick and pretty)
Money and bad bitches
Count my green (my green)
Or get in between (those titties)
Hundreds and fifties (fifties)
Bitches with
had me inherently cocky
As a ‘Giant’ in my sin, then I turn ‘Saint’ faster than Jeremy Shockey
But now as a sinner saved by grace it’s embarrassing
yeah, yeah (yeah)
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers
To real brothers who ain't got no feelings, yeah
The whole Bridge, Queens get
Oh my God look I'm a sinner
Testimonies need forgiveness
Feel convicted with no witness
Gotta get it while I'm living
On everything I'll risk
and the innocent
How will you raise your hand when they call your name?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life
to do it
The shit by-came here on advantage
We automatic, don't try to plan it
But shit, just when it comes, handle it
Behind the lessons, miles
plead with my cries
You know what it's like when evil lurks by my side
The knot in my stomach can't explain what's behind
I wonder if today is the day I'm
it come to that payment
Knock down that door if it's acting or rapping
Whatever ima find my way in like The wayon's
Live by the sword you gon' die by
don’t get paid
How you do that
I be in bando I just picked up another two packs
If you flex wid your shit then pussy boy Ima make you lose dat
Dish it all
my morals
And my values have vanished
Pour up
I'm tryna get fucked up
A few bottles baby
Never gonna be enough
Light it up
Baby come take a puff
Smoke
bitches callin' plays just like John Madden
Get your ass touched right by a savage
I'm movin' a fast car, I be swaggin'
Your bitch wan' come with
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