Lyrics:
Getting stranger than I've known
Getting stranger than I, uh
Late night talking
Name calling, all into the morning
From a Twitter slide
It's kinda like I'm
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
right
She only give it up for the one night
Fuck from the dusk to the sunrise
Ooh Lust in the sunshine
She never want a break from alone time
'Cause they
helpless
I seek a hero’s death
STUDIO
My dear, sweet, most beloved Alma
My Goddess from last night’s dream
My darling, Wagner-crazy Almi
I could die
Take a whole magazine clip till they body drop
In the city like pit bull chained up nigga, miss
Any who was near you, in bad predicaments
From
friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so
repeating that?
Nigga, I'm rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jack?
I'm in a dolphins dream, I got it for 'em raw
dealin' with last year's sudden loss of my dad
(Man, my condolences) thanks dawg, let's begin
Ain't seen you in a sec, busta what you been up to since
bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
It was a cold night when you let yourself in
They both were armed, you did not care
And one by one your
Torment
and aim
Tryna get from the bottom to the top like the stock exchange
Shower, shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange
Amazing what my
to get
Rushed past and then I have
To miss the bus to catch the
Next one in line at last if I get the cash
Maybe I can get a car or maybe I could
Get
people say fuck the police I agree cuz I know that it come from the grief
Killed that man just for walking the neighborhood
How tf we gon trust
being the only child
Could leave ya feeling desperate
In need of attention every second
But since you man of the house you never get it
Pops left
brothers got killed
How I feel, I ain't feeling nothing but war in the air
Anywhere you go, anytime shit can get drilled
You better keep you at peace, you
for this God that has always lived in man
Desiring us to formulate a plan to clean the land from filth
So stand, you could live truth and not regret
did I miss
And what the fuck don’t I get
Man say they say the truth hurts
Now I got blood all in my poss
You didn’t ask but I’ll confirm
That one day
Ricki, no Lake,
Shxt'll get sticky,
If the Licky get raised,
Pumpy tump,
Like Khabib, in the cage,
Wallahi,
The ting will split a man's fade,
Wallahi,
family
Why must we play this game?
Lord have mercy on me
I've been a sinnin' man
Pull out my wings, jump off the bridge and crash in a plane
If I
welts
I folded cause I ain't get jack when I dealt
But you pressed my button I felt
But my good position was bluff, you could tell
True, true, yeah I was
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
Third leg in the toilet
Uzi on my night stand
I’m the man you go to war with
Not the man you go to war against
Patience I get you if that means
I can’t
Into a bundle of cash
They always come back for what
I put in the bag
From my bones to my skin, I'm a businessman
I know cash is the law
You could lose
wouldn't help if I acted mad
I played along, accepted the welts
I guess I was dad from a distance, through the resistance
Two nights later I'm in the hotel
I
got killed I knew shit wasn't right
I could still see the look in his sister's eyes
They shot Wapo in his head the day that he signed
Not to mention
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