Lyrics:
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
Well You can find me in the end zone
Ima keep balling till I'm sliding in a benzo
Yea
And it's squad shit baby
1of1 swag make your girl go crazy
currency we got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds shinin', they shinin'
Make your bitch blind man we is so stupid
Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold
You'll pull up with your army,
I'll pull up with 3 man
Different to the theory
We're gonna win clearly
It's a movie not a series
It's gonna end shortly
Time is more precious than gold
Sharp with the flow
Mix it with lyrics that fix up your soul, oh
I ain't tryna be liked, I'm tryna be a light, bang
I
to serve it
Gave it some time, so make up your mind
Don't fight the feeling, it's time to unwind
You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some
But I'm
I turned my pain to gold. Hard to take advice when you made it on your own. Road to riches, pretty woman, diamonds dancing on business. Da da da da da
the stalls
The smoke wraps me up, keeps me enthralled
Sweaty men shout
Their wives in flashy colours drive heels into your little toes
Pushing prams, they hit
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie,
Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,
Let's rock, you don't stop,
Rock the rhythm that'll make your
gon reach all the goals
You could flex up with the gold that mean nun if you broke
Stayin' humble with the funds does something more for your soul
You
a double cup
It must be a reunion
And where I'm from you gotta put
Your mind in the gym
You gotta be strong when you
Surrounded by a sin, let's do it
Tryna
of euthenic theories have been retitled
To be digested by the masses, I smash kids with verbals
Gortex through your chest causing incidental murders
Of weak
way out"
From the pages of the Cress Theory
I know you hear me
If you out there, listen up, yeah
I know you feel me
Do I look suspicious on this track
times
Call for weird minds
The kind hip enough to mix up weird science
Bill Nye
Spilt rhymes
Here we are all experiments of weird science
These
one for the plans of us living in the Bahamas
Where can spend 40 nights in 4 summers
Oh, Huddle up, huddle up come together
Takes you and me to make
by
Tears in my eyes yo the anger makes me cry
Uchiha burning rage take my shit and you die
I dont give fuck about your reasons or the why
Bitch i use
exactly what we came to do
Tell em
We came, to funk you up tonight
We came, to make you lose control
We came to help you put your cares behind you
We came
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
our own plate
I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours
Process, mama moping like Jerry
Meanwhile, fairies of the street tinkling pixie dust over
This is Mind Kontrol - This is Mind Kontrol
If you don't control your mind, Your mind's controlling you
This is, This is Mind Kontrol
Let me tell you
don't gotta lie to me
Just free your muddled mind
Cuz I'm a wldflwr
I don't want an hour
I just want the moment
Could die by the hour
Young wldflwr
with my skull and bones
Made of solid gold, skin is closing up
Approach your home, with a war, Armageddon in my home
Wisdom mind ruler mental
beam
Hopping up out the water
I go live life
Mix master write
Fuck what your label got to offer
Monkey see monkey do ass niggas
Success measured by your
Finna blow up like the rocket ship
That Elon Musk was fucking with
Exon mobile make it quick
I'm using real descriptive words
And making sure my dictions
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