Lyrics:
listen to the preacher.
Go to church - he'll teach you more than Fredrick Neitzsche.
Go to church - where you can let your hair hang down, down, down.
No
can't complain now (no more)
Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B
Telling me about
bless me I'm a hustler
I don't wanna die broke like Jabba man
Everyday I'm up tryna get this fken dough
Cause nobody pay respect when you got no dough
I
minds
And the earth is borderline between Hell and Heaven
We're born to die
The new normal
Where we're all stuck and ain't no God above
The new normal
Climate Breakdown is for real
Climate Breakdown no more seals
Where the fuck did the butterflies go
Where the fuck are the bees
Climate breakdown
For
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
your head to me.
It came for me at night
And took me dream by dream
To where everything is dark
And no-one hears you scream
Took everything I
(Yo, 3lack, what the hell, man?)
I don't say much, but I hear everything that is said
It don't go over my head
Success is the best revenge, no
like them action films
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the Elroy's
Doing time on the weekends, all up in
at worst
Those who will are more confident
Or they just pay no mind
Some will shower with compliments
And I will hide behind
I can take a look at the tip
Money - that's right he got That for me
On the phone video chat - Teasing -
Kittykat wet - screenshot This
What's next - no worries Know you got this
Money - that's right he got That for me
On the phone video chat - Teasing -
Kittykat wet - screenshot This
What's next - no worries Know you got this
whatwa what we really need
What we need what we need what what we really need
Is more people
No Smoke No Fire
Where in history would I want to be
kamikaze
Nigga welcome to Hell's kitchen
Prayers missing
Doing good has no intentions
With the shit that I'm kicking
Heavens too far from forgiving
Stuck
Chased by predators
Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president
Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent
Ain't no hesitation
Then when he pay attention then ya go and letem
Uh
Now more than attention gettin paid
No more cheap weaves from tamika
Daddy make sure shit is laid
Baby
I'm getting paid I'm making many dollars
Just wish that i was a more present father
No hakuna matata worries I got a lotta
Some people gonna hear this
Guests are reminded that should
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There's a cozy little
em like Joe Torre
I reintroduce myself to the world
Nigga Im Jerz im a artist, I paint pictures
I don't rhyme words
More then a rapper, I pay attention
they? Hell yeah, shoulda saw
the ones last week at the mall, hella raw
And all tryin to come up, like video queens
So fine they make some of us do
want to make the loot
No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain;
Just play the hand that you was
hours I fight
Despite this hell to pay
Can't wait to see the day
When my adventures begin
With this here life of sin
I'm all in
[Chorus]
[Repeat x2]
Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin'
bomb
Our fate's no more than simple math
Let no one beguile you
Or blur the edge of false and true
And never let them feed your fears
Then twist
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