Lyrics:
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
bones upon the basin
Blood soaked into the stone thick and black
They gave us fame, wealth, and power
And it's payed out by the hour
If you take it son
This monster lives
This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This monster lives
This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
we walk along these
Prophecies
Crowded by the hands of death and a black hole
It's time to get the fuck out of here
We will find the light that shines
all black
Only color you can see is the gold yeah
I ain't gon' cap
Diamonds on me got me feeling so cold yeah
Getting these stacks
Grinding for
[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her
dick
Spread your lips, get off my dick
Party’s packed, party’s packed
Let me get a part of that
Black clover up in this bitch
And no, he don’t know how
your lips
Loneliness is my only friend, as I sit here drowning in my sins
I guess that's how the story goes when you're lying where the cold wind blows
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne?
Well grab a cab, grab a cap and baby, come right by
But you can't worry bout that
Cause you Black
When you go outside
You might just get clapped
By a nigga that look like you
Or officer Jack
Or get jacked
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
man
For the ten feet short
Hunnid degrees cold
Ridin' high on summit low
Mighty weak, light as stone
Pretty ugly, faded glow
Hold on tight, I'm
quicker
Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga
Fuck with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa
Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla
8 figga
A blatant double standards because I'm a nigga
Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)
When you black, lips chapped 'cause the game cold
I'm giving
put that on my people
And just cause you got it don't mean that we equal, Bitch
I'm rollin' with a block on the freeway
Young nigga trap by the 3way
Sippin’ juice bitch this ain’t moon shine
Up early I make a rack by noon time
Freak Movie
Make a motion picture
Cold jacket wit’ Giuseppe sneakers
It’s 2019 as the money is tightening
Legal blunts blazed by the right wing
Go to church for a Hermaphroditus sighting
All organic a blight
an hour I might fucking crash the bus
Late nights near the lake
Ophelia she kissed me on my face and her lips were ice cold
Hair soaking wet, and her body
Y'all know what it is. It's your boy
Early bird gets the worm. Closed mouth don't get fed
And I don't read lips. Holla
Y'all know. Feel me, y'all
and stones break bones How do you heal a Nigga
Can't raise a gangster By yourself it take the whole village
Whoever knew that I would graduate to be a villain
New drop on my wrist I got that water that water
Now splash splash drip I got your daughter your daughter
They talk out they lip my money taller its
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