Lyrics:
Bills
And he like nice shit
Let me paint this pic
He been climbing the ladder
Not making no music
His pocket get fatter
Convincing himself
Just one more
elevator
His music's heating up
It's gravitating towards the equator
And it's ready to explode
When he hits the detonator
His fan base is growing
If it's any
knew this was right for me It was absolutely the dream it was an amazing sensation now I'm making my own creations music and instrumental isn't
praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo how dumb the pimp?
I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe a six
Copped that for his new down
the pain of Donald
Peeping his girl and his brother
Standing in rain i don't do it for the fame
I don't do it for the game
I do it, just for the music
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
In the kitchen
Said I'm here for money making, I've
to get a dose
This beats scammer made, but j is not involved
Pour 5 gallons of acid on him, his body is dissolved
But hey look at the bright side, thats
new friends I would acquire
While I was there, I met a man, he stood about 5 foot 5
He was nervous around me, I saw the fear in his eyes
I always stayed
the brand of death it's showing then you finna bow and serve
Boy you think your making music but your drops are fucking turds
Seems your time is up
Long
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
of my mistakes
I've got a brand new name
I walk by faith not shame
He Rebuilt His temple in three days
They said he couldn't do it
Fired a watered moat
wassup
I’m Warren, I have known Sizzle for more than five years
He’s grindin, I like his vibes, I like what he does for the people
He is so gifted,
the snare hit the count as it floats by
With leads on the strings making music's so fly
When I feel like I'm weak man
I look up to the sky and quote John
of grey dirt
4 prophets spread the holy gospel of Gods word
All knowing, all places, intelligent movement
Symbolised as the goat worshipped by his
Rappers talking about making it to the top, but is it really what it's all about?
Making music making profit for the business, whoo is it really
homie I just take my time
I don't stay up on the gossip I just stay up on my grind
If you see the green dot by my name I'm prolly up
Making moves
Making you live (gah, gah, gah)
Taking your ashes and making you diamond
Planking the chasm: His reason for dying (fly)
My reason for rhyming (my reason
or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much too complex, effects be live like Das
Making moves down South to avoid the chaos
we call reality
Mimicry isn't mastery
Don't fall victim to flattery
He's in his house of learning not bothered by a bloody eyeball
You couldn't
presently on his back making a snow angle.
Skipijankings: Get up! GET THE FUCK UP. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
Champion: All right( get out of hole)
don't dally, move indiscriminately
Was broke now we go city to city
For this music I turned to a demon
Rapping these lyrics I'm making em hear it,
or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much too complex, effects be live like Das
Making moves down South to avoid the chaos
shine the spotlight then gimme the mic so I can get the crowd hype and make em
(bounce bounce bounce bounce) its B to the R O C (hi) from the D A C A V
you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my
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