Lyrics:
of things
Play dead to dim views in my way
Lay down with my frown turned around
Roll over to a brand new day
Breath in, breath out
Without a doubt that’s
iffy
I always want you with me
I'll play Bobby and you'll play Whitney (all along)
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That's how much I'm in love wit chu
With snow floating down
Taking turns calling play by play - pretending we are real
Growing older but not feeling a thing
I am Palmateer and you are
money, mo' money
I play along like
What money, what money, what money
Ain't no shortcuts with me,
If you ain't working that ass
Things in life don't
they don't know the mental
People tend to bug 'cause their beats are hard but gentle
Africano lurks through the body of this youngin'
Play like Bobby
been born
But if something's always been born
That means some things always die
And if no son plays on when this plays out
Then what's the use in trying?
the road more than properly
They can't do it like we
They can't do it like my donnies
If you get stopped by police
Tell them that it's only broccoli
blow by him without even listening
He's not playing for fun.
Where is anybody who'll play music for fun
I know they must be out there, but I can't find
it runnin' your mouth|I love all the hating, you know that I'm waiting|For you in the clouds||[Verse 1: Bobby Raps]|They say my lifestyle too
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
love 'til the games we play display dangerous and often crazy change
No reversing the things you say
Plus the signals we send always be on the way
Like
On the good foot
Get back
Get on the good foot
I sho nuff feel good
On the good foot
Get back
What you gon' play now?
Bobby, I don't know, but whatever
I'm Lesnar when it bout to pop off
Swing by that ringside, I'll superkick em with my socks off
Flair slap your hair back, then snatch ya arms like
listen it's Ight
I'll admit it
I struggle going to bed, I toss & turn in the night
Look I did it
The worst thing you can try to do with yo life
Look Ian
that these things are only a reflection of a world with mankind at its helm
A world that no longer exists
Man was blessed with a divine gift
One that
East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Oakland, California, West Coast life
You either play the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a rapper at the age
years I've seen Rooks
Get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate in 4 moves
The Bobby Fischer of rap with raw moves
In
Knife in the purse put you in a hearse
Don't fuck with me or else I'll put you in a graveyard
Chilling with a ghost, trynna find a host
I'm at the helm
Furthermore forever and whatever you endeavour
Get slapped by the leather, helm back by the weather
Get the cheese, get the cheddar, and wherever and whenever
Is the same thing
Is the same thing
Girl you make me speak in tongue
Gili yan gan gan gili gi yan gangan
Turn the light off let me eat you up
Am
her do the things she's never done
Feeling like Phil when I make the play
Everything will be a-okay
Now I think about man as long as I keep doing
Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap
With raw moves in a time where
niggaz jersey don't say the same thing
Niggas don't put in work but they wanna see cream
No hustle
No Grind
No Dollar
No Dream
Dot and Mann raised me
Queen
of death
Placing her victims in her hex
Portal to another realm
Guided by Satan's helm
Parting through a mass of trees
Evil traveling through the breeze
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