Lyrics:
business people
People get on the phone with
Me and talk to me
Like "What kind of business can he do though?
What type of businnes are you
Doing? What's
of paradise
They ain't really seen no winners here
Get so high to escape pain
There ain't really any ceilings here
Get you thrown in a lava tube
And watch
of paradise
They ain't really seen no winners here
Get so high to escape pain
There ain't really any ceilings here
Get you thrown in a lava tube
And watch
of paradise
They ain't really seen no winners here
Get so high to escape pain
There ain't really any ceilings here
Get you thrown in a lava tube
And watch
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
drama
Law's out lookin' for me like Osama
I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor
Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama
Tell 'em I need the chopper
They
Connection went so fast we hopped right on WhatsApp
Sending me pictures like here's them from my snap
I know your pretty older than me but I got to let you
feelings here
We from the bottom of paradise
They ain't really seen no winners here
Get so high to escape pain
There ain't really any ceilings here
Get you
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load
denim, these not True Religion (no True Religion)
If I take your soul, I'm not repentin', Grim Reaper my religion (I'm not no Christian)
Can't show
cowards tell them D-Boys to drop that
Show up at your house disrespecting like a fucking trick
Go and get your hood, little scary, we can handle this
Like
swagger, so no, she said
You ain't really like that, oh
You're putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart
She said you're
Church people
Man I've seen comrades
And I was like my goodness
No wonder why they don't have respect for music
Like Tambo had
Cause they can get a fake
us
Music that has no heart
Songs about making money
And setting yourself apart
And there's who people embrace it
I guess they want to get a little
and roll it
My business, you shouldn't a told it, your head I'm a forty-four
They switch guns and they go and show it, your pupils is dilating
This rap is
will get sprayed with mace
Rejected & ejected right into space
Trustin in the wrong God your faiths misplaced
There's only One God no lower case
Yahweh
shit whenever there's a camera around
And it's like he say that shit without no hesitation
His friends need to make sure he takin' his medication (help
of the laws of the aware
Come in here dear
Have no fear
Share my atmosphere and hemisphere
So many people have not returned from here
Maybe there's too
show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it on you go for nothing
What I know from these trenches
it's pointed at your direction
Prospering a no-go if a coward form a weapon
Pullin' up in a old car, drive it like it's new
Confidence from a future
guns and coke
In court all the time tryin' to fight it
We get rich, we get indebted
So what's the problem Officer this time?
Is havin' big money
brain
End of the day there she is
Laying on my bed
Like she ready to get down to The business
I don't know any other feeling
Without pain am I me
of a fool
Mom I used to get out of line
She talk like, "You being so rude."
Mama taught me how to talk to the Father
So please Father, heal her from her
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