Lyrics:
No shark in this year raise it bigga
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
and take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas, to hit papa
showing up to studios with artillery
Bam, add a bio to my twitter when I'm done with this heat
All my hitters know I rep the wood in the streets
A discord
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
This shit ain't no hundred bands
(Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Palace look like Buckingham
Bills so big, I call 'em Williams, for real
Reasons to go crazy, got
Caskets and Coffins
I dig em too often
The book is still poppin
So there is no stoppin
It's like we are robbin
This life and its awesome
The idea is
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
debutantes
Keepin' a legacy goin' by flowin' so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reapin' what we been sowin' like a seamstress
Now listen
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort
Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan
Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
need a solution
From all these drugs that I'm abusing
I'm just lost in this confusion
I think I came to an conclusion
Pop another perky
Smoke a wood
Lyrics by William Matthew Cota (Di' Brom)
Music crrangement by: William Matthew Cota & Josh Childs (Blastphemy)
VERSE 1:
In a state of madness, in
You know this Black Market, you got Tragedy Khadafi
You got Razah the Renaissance --
[William Cooper]
Stroll through the tunnels of death, fighting
in the wood,
So lady be good to me.
Oh, please have some pity
I'm all alone in this big city
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood
in the wood,
So lady be good to me.
Oh, please have some pity
I'm all alone in this big city
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood
frightened by the crowd
For we are getting much too loud
And they'll crush us if we go too far
If we go too far
Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please
we all
Soon will be
Jesus
You've started to believe
The things they say of you
You really do believe
This talk of God is true
And all
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must
To duck
and honor
It's a metaphor to show you humble
Protect and serve
Turn the locked up and kill
William Chapman, Alex Christian
Brandon Gland, Victor LaRosa
with me
Before our wedding day my friends and family to see
He led her through woods and the valleys so deep
Which caused this young damsel to cry
and worry on their faces
They're lost and don't know where to go
He said I'll get the people straightened
By putting on a puppet show
The young New
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
hour
Here in this wood, when like a wounded life
He crept into the shadow: at last he said
Lifting his honest forehead Listen, Annie,
How merry they are
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