Lyrics:
Told my Ma i'm on a mission
Tell my Ma i got this
Tell my blood i got this
Tell my Ma i got this
Tell my blood i got this
They ask what i'm doing like
the knots
Bitches fucking on demand I can never trust a thot
You got sticky hands then I bet yo hands getting chopped
Getting cash like I'm Sam everyday I'm
of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit ain't nothin man
retreats[01:59.01]Plagued by this futuristic curse[02:01.39]It's numbing our brains like evolution in reverse[02:04.22]It hurts to think of all the young boys and girls being
right by
But I'm in a memory
So not everything's quite right
Now I've got everybody watching as I move like Jackson
Just you and me and suddenly I'm two
Shut the fuck up, you a bitch, you Talk
Sometimes i feel like a dentist, floss
I caught a body go get the chalk
My headphones in so i can't hear the talk
game like a crackhead
But don't be misled, I keep rappers on lock like a dread
Knots in the head from the words that I said
So get a shovel and dig
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
niggaz still acting like y'all niggaz is tough
I got the one weed spot, that's' the Branson stuff
Other niggaz talk about it but you see me with such
the G Code, embedded in my blood
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We ain't trustin' in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely
guess I'm addicted to the coochie[00:34.31]Pickle Rick I'm a dick in a pornographic movie[00:37.03]Dicked her down like a champ sprayed her body with my
(Nah, fuck all that)[00:25.17](Real shit nigga)[00:27.79]Making the cash by just serving them bows[00:29.63]I live in the street, but I stay
This a business that we running
You Niggas play like you still in school
Every-thing I do
I gotta do it major
Spit Izm my game is 31 flavors
Got love
jasper]
Ya shell shocked, cuts a rock mad blood Vulcan like Spock
Pull ya ribs out suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I
To have mirrors in the eyes like the faces of the invisible circle
A knot of spires in the guts
look like a bitch.
Skinny little jeans,
Fake watch on his wrist.
Never catch me faggot,
Cause my knots don’t fit.
CHORUS x2
Watch the shit that come,
to face what could happen when I forget
'Cause I forgot
Just like my shoes, my mind been stuck in a knot
They wanna jump, I said let's not
Holding you back,
and the hustlers
All connected by you we on defense
You might need this for protection by you
Got me squeezin' on this Eagle
Like a ketchup bottle
When they don't
I keep moving
I go from house to house
I stay committed
Like one foot in, one foot out
I bounce
Yeah I'm leaving this place
Divorce papers falling
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
dem all covered
Inna the blood, so any demon try fi test we
Them head fly wea like a scud
Nah talk bout no plane so no miss use mi wod
So fresh so clean
breakfast
I worked alongside of him opening and closing cottages every spring and fall
Usually getting annoyed by his unceasing sprightliness
Nosy talk with
me
Talk it I live it I'm balling
Maybe not yet but I know ima get it in time
Gotta keep faith so I speak like it's mine
Cuz I'm on a mission to find
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