Lyrics:
but instrumentals killing me
I got rap in my blood like plasma
Now I'm fucking flowing underground like magma
Soon I'm blowing up like Vesuvius in Italy
(instrumental)
g. Paradise Lost (reprise)
Happiness is out of reach
lost forever in the past
like an image on the wall
you can never grab it at all
You'll try
I jump on a beat and I run through the middle
Gotta get in the zone when I touch instrumentals to make sure that I clear out my mental
Cant nothing
blue bills
Blue dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i’m a pop it
If you run up, i’ma pop it,
is idiotic
Instrumental going stupid but my flow is hella toxic
Hard to find a clique because these niggas too robotic
The way that y'all be moving
old
And how you should've known
That my flows are so clever
Even better when I'm bold
Now I feel like Nick Foles
Ring on hand, Super Bowl
Riding around
a board game
Would you get my back? If I got yours
Are you down to ride in a new drop top Porsche?
I can see the signs that we're gonna feel good more
fan Hop I'm obsessed with all your songs," ditto
I know that I'm the shit, I go hard on any instrumental
And you're no match for me how can I get it
My music truly strong
Because I'm different
All you cowards wanna shoo me gone
Yes, This is Strange year
World wide fame's near but the game's queer
Lion the demon
The kid with the vision
The minute I make it you fade
All of then victims
Won't pardon my business
So witness a murder today
I’m
You fucking with me on this evening im needing my soul snatched by the end of tonight
Believe the hype, yeah the rumors all true, i did seven years i
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
How you a winner, but she keep comin' in last place?
Monkey-suit Dennis, you parade him
A Steve Harvey-suit nigga made him
Confused, always felt you
who, shit get thick like I'm molasses
I'ma get 'em and put 'em in something sinister Dennis, you motherfuckin' menace,
I'm 'bout to finish 'em
When
possess any advantage over us
In fact, we think you are liars
He said, O my people, tell me, if I have a clear proof from my Lord, and a mercy has come
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
none of my cars are a rental
Room for her and her friends, I pay for all their incidentals
Hope you comprehend, I do my songs without a pencil
She
my money from me
Show up at the Oscars
Forgot Dennis Hopper
The money is for nothing
And the chicks are for free
Yeah, I wanna be...
You can sleep all
'Cause all the Playboy bunnies take my money from me
Show up at the Oscars, smoke out Dennis Hopper
The money is for nothin' and the chicks are for free
see are silhouettes
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernandos Hideaway. Ole!
INSTRUMENTAL
At the golden
people’s kick my shit in caught my ass off the humble tell me your survival tactics when you come from the jungle gotta keep it all times cause these niggas
on the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life
In my grip I would never ever let you down
And when these
call me Pablo
No cap
Never been ashamed of my hairline
No lie
like I'm sitting by the judge
Moonshine
Skin blue in the moonlight
Can't fall
Land nice
on the floor you see the words are gonna make a border
Pictures make a pentagram the spell is on the page remaining
Hanging up in purgatory all the souls are out
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