Lyrics:
and pretty face
Forgive me I was led astray
I'm repenting every day
Thankful for your love and grace
Jesus with me every day
I tried so many other ways
Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
Cuz its cruel when you cause
by
The climate crisis, killing our planet one generation at a time
The patriarchy the people who brought you
Hundreds of thousands of untested rape
jealousy and envy, heavy and plenty
Within the man who claim they friendly
But really, not really, blind shots
But see it clearly, that's without the henny
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
sippin Rock Creek
Y'all fruit punch
Who they?
Who what?
2 tough
2 spliffs
2 blunts
Newsclip
Manhunts
I'm 2 special
Netflix
Dave Chappelle
Stand up!
Aye!
plate, you not a bread winner
I'm not a rapper either, I just learn fast
But now I won't stop 'til I got my boys flying first class
First off, who else do
east
And feel like they could be at home
Dem get tricked by the beast
But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?
Solomonic linage whe
my crib was down the street
That's where I developed this
Perspective, Man it's quite unique
In the belly of the beast
Out the mix, I found a crease
finna spin and make that boy famous
Nigga think that he going D one, hell nah boy you going to Heaven
Angel numbers, yeah, triple seven
Bro we spin with
(no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm
I don't feel comfortable down my
Own street
Own street
Lost souls who don't sleep
Go to the places where
The ghosts roam
So
For all those who Roll
Chuggin' around 50, mix the Lou then cheers to slow
Muthafuckas who never loved us simply cause they feared the flow
Spit lyrics to get vicious rippers
of beans
Rippin' bongs in peace then where the fuck are your couches at?
You say you smoke that loud pack daily where are y'all ounces at?
Actin' like you
on 'em yeah, homie
I'm still talkin' that whoop-de-whoop
Hoppin' out on my enemies
I know who to shoot
Back when my homies where I need to be
Such
Mmm, tippy-toein' and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut
Sss soft no more here it is, a little experiment with Jesus blood and water
When the spirit mix, drink it, it's so refresh'n just like the air of my
boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept
the pop's stores
It was ill on the real, but who's to die for us?
Say that I rock my own community
Ain't a damn thing owned by the you or the me
It's Koreans
I don't want to go back there...
Shut the fuck up!
This is why Jesus made you!
Stay the fuck down!
Boy! Are you Cain or Abel?
Shut the fuck up!
I'm
placed me
I'm an exile--Jeremiah 29:7
So I pledge allegiance to the nation where God placed me
But I say the pledge cuz I live within its borders
Not
Where these niggas mad (Eastside)
Wit' shifty plans, it gets me man
How they try to get a kilo out of 15 gram
Damn, damn I mean some say we trippin' (why
at Capone, for his necklace
Why was Lake name mentioned?
Was he reppin on the island taking phone time?
Did he get Prodigy his chain back in "99"?
Who's
at Capone, for his necklace
Why was Lake name mentioned?
Was he reppin on the island taking phone time?
Did he get Prodigy his chain back in "99"?
Who's
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