Lyrics:
fire
And take us higher and higher
By leaps and bounds we advancing,
We edit DNA, and build immense colliders
We open up new
his block like Nelly bitch it's getting hot then go hit the clock time to get the guap
When it come pussy yeah I get a lot
She work for the dick and I
the work to scream I earn it
Life ain't been the best and I could kill for an edit
The answers I was seeking couldn't be found on Reddit
For the people ufor
really don't need introduction
The lyrics now mean nothing, Y’all only carried by production
The engineers on it to a lot of respect for the edits
They
independent
Shoot of my works got that fire like independence
Day of my indecisions
I'll cut that lil skin it ain't tough when I make incisions
Doctor I'm
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
the star innit, I plan it and shoot it and handle the edit right after
Riding onna fire dragon
"but I'm not bastard"
Flames in the beat made by Nico that
the way you exfoliate
And keep the cleanest pours
I like your virtue
I like you perfume
I like I'm your groom
I like your hair too
Nelly voice, LOL
I like
to bring my best
Inspired by that and the struggles, my family going through
I gotta remind myself and my family too
Not to worry, to have faith, cause its
perfect
I won't quit 'til the good Lord says my work is done
Like a faded out song on the radio, done
Like the cowboy gets the girl when the credits roll
Buzzer beater drop like the ceiling of a rag top
Ice in his veins, call him Sasquatch
He cut that pass off like an edit
Mamba in me it is my ethics
Throw
rather do it myself (damn)
Direct, edit & mix
I hold that shit under my belt (forreal)
A degree to top that
I'm passin class by myself (yeah)
My own crib
a friend
When it time, I'm in the trap With a bag and a scale
I gotta make some shit, wanna fuck till the sun up
I gotta trap till the work gone All I know
paper mate couldn’t erase it
The vision got clearer hard work is like Lasic
So much motion in my picture thought lions gate made it
Face it I’m slated
[Verse 1]
She goes by the nickname Peyote, her real name is Iris
Appearance doesn't matter so I'm not gonna describe it
She was a dancer down at edit
gloss no edits
All by His grace, I don't take no credit
State your faith
James 2 from 1
Better be bout it
Put in works, while bae watch
Feel like David
us (fuck)
Ain't a spot on a dot, stainless (yeah)
Nigga I'm a shape shifter, rearrange it
Word to Busta my rhymes dangerous
Pride to high to edit
Beautiful, beautiful
Angel, cold world
Beautiful, you should know
You were born with all the tools you need
They say you gotta work for money, yet money is
Homie you just cannot edit me
I'm too pristine
Please check the time
Please check the clock
It's time to rock all this shit
It's on lock
Slid with
Everything is gonna work for u one day ah
It's gonna work for u one day
There's is hope at the end of the tunnel
At the end of the tunnel
Everything is gonna
it grow
Virtual highways, endless code, human touch, lock and load
Style raw, keyboard tap, hypnotised, by this A I rap
Driver's seat, perfect start,
why
Funny how the stars crossed right
'Cause we work so well and we don't even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we
get it cause they unauthentic
They flow alphabetic, I need fraud repellent
This that rhetoric you cannot edit
Not cosmetics up in my poetics
I
pulled up in a car looking like a spaceship
Ralph just hit me with a edit, hit him back with suggestions and some changes
Source posted it, I read it
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