Lyrics:
hit it like the lotto, after that you gotta go
Adios, I'm a ghost, clear my throat, make a toast
This go out to all my niggas who said I would never
As of late, bitch I'm over you
Breaking promises, this the standard that I hold you to
Damn you right I must be a liar I want hold you too
Cheat
Could I get served over here please, hello?
You'll wait your turn young fella
I've been the full way round
Crucified the city in a crisscross
drive
I'll never make it with that 9-to-5
The pocket that we fill is deep, it's only getting deeper
I'm gettin' bloodstains and dust all over my brand
'cause that sucker be gay
But I guess it don't matter
'bout Australia's gay shit
When it's gettin' taken over
By the fuckin' Asians
Yeah, uh huh you know
rhymes till it's time for me to go
I can't curse cause Heavy D said so
Now I'm a get back to the subject
Get wreck, if you think I'm bluffing, just
jump you get criss crossed
Bout to unleash the beast cause I'm pissed off
Niggas not hard they music is big soft
Y'all be all on they dick till they make
've got to go!
Here come the bishop all dressed up
He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay
One wave of his funny old stick,
There's a band of light
to go!
Here come the bishop all dressed up
He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay
One wave of his funny old stick,
There's a band of light across
and trust I'm loved"
Written in salt and blood
Shame and absolution
Only live inside your head
Bastards and bishops
Go on living till they're dead
Slouching
I'm a kick rhymes till it's time for me to go
I can't curse cause Heavy D said so
Now I'm a get back to the subject
Get wreck, if you think I'm
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
Gooding, I'm a Men of Honor
I'm at the Ritz Carlton just ordered Panna Cotta
By the way you're looking I bet you sweet just like it
They want the number
Lui$ too thrill (R.S.)
Money sign ting'
Aye, baby girl, you be lookin' so fine
Say she finna party till the sun gon' rise
Say she hella bad, I could
perceiving
Doesn't matter how you live if you just dreaming
Bishop what I cosplay, no I'm not a Christian
Mutated black man, something out of fiction
Power
deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose
I'm a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
Checkin' 'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin' it go
I
Are you up on the stage
Or are you lost in the crowd?
If I get it today
My future self will be proud
Spill my truth till I'm breathless
That is what I'm
This song's for the people who can't
Get a head start, too many people
Know how that is, so
Mad Bishop tell you like this
So listen up
I acquire
yo savings
Hoes be choosing by materials
So all that flirting
You can save it
Every time I'm in a foreign
I play the light just like I'm racing
You
Smoking that gas
And we smoking it by the pound
You would swear ima pitcher
The way i be serving them pitches
You know that i got it now
I don't give
speak till I'm feelin times colder
Hol' up, wait a second lemme think a bit
Checkin' my minutes I'm in it only for the trip again
You don't look so good
left you broken,
Returned without a crack or blemish,
A lot of fakes got threw your way but
I am back till I’m finished….
Reality check situation. 9 in
tell
About the way I fell
Since Ive been over you
Theres something under my skin
You said we'd always be family
But you could never be kin
Thats the way
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