Lyrics:
the casa, your god exists
'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"
They say I'm the best at what I do
After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2
as day
You gave it all away
Unloved, failed by and large
The end is taking charge
There's a price to be paid
At the end of a crusade
Look how far you have
hoes
If gwap involved it's easily
Poppin' off: strip clothes
Big nose, look down the weapon nostril
After you feel the steel I cut ya
Body up like how
running away
Maybe it comes down to time and place
Some supernatural push into the fray
All I know is something had to change
To have you hold my heart
No
I don't conversate with broke rappers
If I ever did, I guarantee we never spoke after
Can't pull out a hundred thou, to me you just a broke magnum
I'll wait, stay focused everyday
I've missed so many things I can't look back at now no way
One day, I'll break up out the fray, Ain't no way Ima
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
Look!
Let the vision of this confound your ignorance and blind your eyes!
This is the heritage of stars and open skies!
Heliacal rising refers
Bob Marley by my lone, I’m unknown, all these other niggas phony, imitating bunch of clones
Switch flows, switch blade
You lack everything ay
I just
Marley by my lone, I'm unknown
All these other niggas phony, imitating bunch of clones
Switch flows, switch blade
You lack everything ay
I just lack some
your own company
The Technicolor worlds going by
But you're the lead in your own movie
Cos in the Liberty of Norton Folgate
Walking wild and free
In your
feel you close, in every stare
Even after all of this, I still care
Really wish you were here
Shadowstrider, lost in the Fray
Yearning for his Love that
a mami standing by me, ass like Selena (yeah)
Hit her from the back, make the girl sing like Rosalia (yeah)
She wanna go to Dubai, you don't own a visa
Adam: Is that boy balls going off on one again? Look, son, I told you before. It's all lies. Don't fuk'n listen to 'em clarts
Let me tell you
all the hopes you held on to
The innocent look in your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your splendid brown eyes
They burned
You cried
You tried
But they
shoot thru ya kidney
You want some attention don't come in my mentions don't read all da comments cuz its too many
Just keep ya two cents cuz we after
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
I let soul pour out, wats left after decay
Who right or wrong whatever I rather mend up the fray
I rather live with joy often stumble upon the pain
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
version of a DVD player that we used to have.
What's a DVD player?
Oh man this is harder than I thought.
Oscar, answer honestly: Have I ever told You
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
know, you're just basking in you're own company
The technicolour world's going by, but you're the lead in your own movie
Cos in the Liberty of Norton
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