Lyrics:
another one dud and is dismissed
Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built
I'm silly-ho smacking MC's on a ninety degree tilt
The reason
the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
It's the four horsemen, call reinforcements
We ain't looking for
and imma wear it
oh i know this is
the way to the top boy
keep rappin and you
better know my name boy
i do it for ma fam
i do it for ma team
i do it for ma
boasting about how good our God is
When Ashley talked to me about this recording he said
"Bishop I want it to be a worship night"
Because there is a major
there’s no testimony (For real)
Top back on the coupe bout to blaze
Lost though reminiscing bout my younger days
Always on the grind speeding in the fast
brain and never call her (Hello?)
No complainin' on it, it's a name for it
I ain't knowin' what to call it
I'm a real street nigga, I don't meet niggas
and courage when things become burdensome
Mercy and peace for the deceased and the world to come
A benediction then is given by the clergy,
One final hymn is
Yeah Uh
Refine me by fire I'm burning with passion
Bring service affirmative action
Yahweh is done with the acting
Now cast down ya idol this worship its
laughin'
That's a metaphor for any
Rapper who wants it
I smack 'em til their nose is running
You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
And the hoes is cumming
still
Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, I don't smoke
But I toke enough secondhand to make my fuckin' P.O. Choke
Einstein in that I have a
Respect for life - in any form i believe in
Nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky
In everything
I can see or that there is real
I fire on ya
bishop, knight, or rook?
bright as diamond
some'll find it rough
to just rise above
‘cuz I got my shot lined up
dot is
noose
I choose you
The real friends that come through
Just to give a shoulder just for my boohoos
Some know that
they are panocio
Not real
But who nose
lets talk about this street I know
Meta meta yo is needed when its time for me to go
I spent my whole life on this KC street
The PASEO where the real
I put my best foot forward
I keep my family by my side
I sleep with one eye open
I'm for real when I say I got an army
Stand down if you think
figures
Got the tunnel vision in the elevator like I’m Bishop!
This the mission, make a hundred mill
Make it through the system
For my n****s, all my day
you on some game but homie that is to be sold
Boss mane bishop Houston Texas that's my city
Circle getting tighter so you family if you with me
When I'm
two fifteen, yo
Downtown for the win, woah
Sean C for the tempo, Portugal for the intro
This is Arctical Don Disco from the one choir
Calling shots
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
tryin' to make a mil', my shit is real for real
While others worship guns, I worship tons of money
Tons of fun, laughin' at shit that ain't even funny
you, Tyler)
Jesus, motherfucking Theresa
This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
and TV/ with crazy dough each week/Eff you pay me bro is what we speak/forget Rosetta Stone/I’m out for cheddar Holmes/until I’m chilling by my pool living
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
handin' 'em out
You wanna take up Pharrell? Then come get his legacy out of my house
A cease and desist is for hoes, can't listen to lies that come out
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