Lyrics:
powerful god who shut the mouth of a lion
Lemme stop preaching man The way I be spittin like bleach mr clean
It's so fresh so clean
Sittin at my desk
shit that'll prolly have these women all on my spit
Oh he is sick, but look like he live in a truck on bricks
I'm like Kacey Kasem, suck my hockey stick
only recently stopped beefing with algebra
And I'm prepared that you'll likely leave in a cloud of dust
That's why I'm preemptively cleaning the house
You started off so true
A man who lives in dreams
But things are rarely ever as they seem
Took a while to see
The double life you lead
Loving others
a world where black lives Still
Don't matter, I'm way past thirty-nine
But I digress and rewind as I position my birth against and alongside several
to live between the negatives and positives
While trying to make money slanging synonyms and homonyms
I went to pop's house so I can visit moms and them
can't break my folk
Label us domestic terrorists
Since we can't take no more
That's what we mean
By any means necessary
Yes all lives matter
Unless you
parties, everyone ends up dead
I mean, how can we know what love is worth
When we live in a world that is practically fueled by hurt -- and Ramen
Okay, I
living, need some comfort, ain't in houses yet
We got some soldiers missing, need some justice, we ain't found it yet
And there's suicide, taking lives
Good for you, you've bought your house your horses, stables and your cars
Kids are starting college man I'm sure they'll both go far
Holiday in
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
Yo
Y'all
Y'all!
Drop that, man
Yeah
On a gangsta tip
Freddie Foxxx in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
Rollin' with the Flava
We
Now I can sit behind this mic and say go vote
Away the power by lead shower some of y'all think y'all tote
Cuz your bag is empty cuz your mad
a rude boy
You can't play by the rules
If you wanna be a great man
Too many good efforts
But still I never make am
Why good people da suffer
Yet
Aha ha ha Yea!! Wassup?!
It's Mr. Shadow back up in here!
For the '99!
Beyond entertainment style
Vicious man funk style
Bold headed individual
like u know me
Don't come to me talking shit if you own me
I do this shit by my dolly
Ya fuck niggas keep on thinking tht y'all Made
I used to ball
stress
Brother man live your life
No let anybody to tell you otherwise
Take am jeje make you no go capsize
Life na turn by turn no be by size
As you dey
every time I come and do a song
And they done took Mrs Ethel number but I still just like to call the phone
And then I hang up on the stranger cause
Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets
house
fcukin you've gotta relax man you've gotta take it way easy man
Goes home I sits in my lazy boy reading special instructional pamphlets
On fcukin
mindfulness will get you farther
Mom was suicidal, had to be my own father
Since a youngin' had my worries harbored
Man of the house, since my dad was pick
older I don't have time
I'm a rider
Flank by drivers
I drive by
One, two, three, four, five guys
Pretty houses turned tie-dye
Cerio so bout my m o n e y
I
Dedicated(repeated)
This goes out to all my peoples in the city
Making ends meat, getting by
Thinking 'bout the hustle, everybody struggles for
the end line
Mama call me everyday to
Pray cause its endtime
The world a crazy place
Can’t believe I’m witnessing
Destruction of so many lives
I swear this
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