Lyrics:
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
Charlamagne
Million dollar watch, but the shit still plain (on God)
We roll 'em up in a spliffy (21)
Got what's his name hit with the blicky (21)
Wish I
these nude glances
Look, ya see, there ain't nothin left over
I love to eat, she telling me to come over
Two a.m. or Two p.m. it really doesn't matter
me know when you get where you goin)
It's 10PM in Indy, I treat the hoes like a freethrow
They treat me like Olidipo
But it's okay, see (OKC) cuz I
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
beefing
By tomorrow, feelings Gone in the deepend
Hold up wait
How can I roll with a snake (skk)
Under pressure
They fold and they break
Your homies
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
not take that shit seriously
I'm bout to roll up some therapy
It ain't no use in comparing
I got the heat call it kerosene
I am direct like a dm
I work
and demons and ghosts
But shh, hold up Bob, Don't go there
You know that they watching, they all see and stare but
They can't stop me, I'm already there
front
We don't give a fuck
Molly sizzurp
Codiene maybe coke
Roll up a blunt
Start to toke
Always finessing
Never broke
I may play games
Ain't no joke
a different schedule
ain't know I'll pop this biG, that's 40 racks or better
Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers, these ain't Tim's
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
(U dig U dig yeah)
(Leave Her lonely)
(I get it by my lonely)
(Ha Ha)
(What up Ob)
(Aye)
This that 3rd degree
This that roll it please
This that She
approximately 7:30 pm
By 7:45 I had the lolo
I'm rocking Gucci this is not a polo
I'm really printing this shit up on my dolo
He never made a trans I had to go
you brush up on rapping sick?
The ladies you'rе bad with 'em
Your first son? Talk about
A happy little accident
How 'bout I tеach the
Blueprints
side or no side bro
Go home and don't slide
I've got bro's and they ghost ride
Go hide when they roll by
It's either this side or no side
We on this side
eye
Stay high
So fly
Give thanks all to the Most High
Nothing says success
Like free
On a Tuesday
By three PM
Everyday I Waka for the streets
I dey look
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
Thing Going Through The Winter Up Here Man
A Lot Of Girls Y'know, Wanna Get Close. You Might Think They The One
But Just Wait, Nah Mean, Take It Slow
to greatness
Basically you fakers think fugazi is a fragrance
You a cartoon, my possee's full of goons
Get your whole platoon blowed up like balloons
I let you
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