Lyrics:
goes to me, then Mike, then the store
Two way beepers with built in speakers
Three inch woofers one inch tweezers
The one and only
Mac like Roni
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
matter how hard it gets,
I rather be a soldier drowning in my own blood
Not a coward in my own piss
Focus!... What the fuck you niggas think?
I roll with
purchased by the blood but the devil just rent them.
Uhn, I've been giving y'all a taste in him the king and rock I'm not talking Graceland.
But his grace
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock
then holy
Shed his blood and poured it on me
Laugh when foes come looking for me
Cause I got the lamb's blood on my door
I know a wolf in sheep's clothes
on an island
The rough coal molding diamonds
Your power can't equate the God
I'm being honest
Make Salats and pay homage
Three shots send the devil to hell
death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood
(I-I-I)
(I-I-I)
(I-I-I)
(I-I-I)
X
I'm a super villain, hell yeah, I can represent
I'm a super villain, hell yeah, but I'm no different, yeah
X tatted
Scriptures read in reverse bound to devils pledge
"Ey Na Ya Aye" - to Samael blood in the pyre
"Za Na Ora Elé" - Agrippa, the pages afire
Liturgy
blood spill
In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these
Two big rocks and left off shots,
the dead
Sheriff in the yard, here comes the rest
I sat like a ghost, they all passed by
My girl cried baby this'll be my last bye
Baby in her arms
She
2024
I wanna really fucking rap man (Wilt Chamberlain all hunnits)
It's like 4:31
Yeah
4 3 1 In the AM, I took a trip I just took a vacation
Facing
cake
That's why I'm livin' three lives, I'm in GTA
I'm in Los Angeles drivin' a Mercedes
And it's funny because honestly I didn't think I'd see LA
goes down
[Verse Two]
Dope fiend still get high
while dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
you wanna live in the 'burbs with your
death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood
Bonneville
Counted his friends in burned out spark plugs
And prays that he always will
But he's the last of the blue blood greasers boys
And all of his
that shit open
Like taking the d
Country hoe in her zone
It's the inches for me
Inches for me
Ten strong with a curve
Get up in the pussy
Make the pussy
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about leer jets and coupes
The way salt shoops and how they sell records like snoop
Oops!
I'm interrupted by
of all the cappa's that we've done
Plead'on, not guilty
Bubble'n until a double M shot kills me, you feel me
It still be, hell on earth since by bith it
disarray
Echos ringing in my brain
Same thang, every 3 am
Cold game, can’t sleep
Fuck it, let’s paint this pain away
Bob Ross how I turn my L’s
Into some
just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what?) and drive away
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin' from it,
just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what?) and drive away
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin' from it,
sick don't let in air
Whoa
Locks gonna drop bitch (drop) brick the block yeah (huh)
Nigga don't stop uh (woo) shit some Kennedy Rock and so
Break
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