Lyrics:
heavenly
Salute!
I charter shit that look like
Them Delta connecting flights you niggas catch
I got this gift nigga
My niggas did concrete up
to the death in me
Baking soul and ice was the recipe
Big boy in the big toy plane watch connecting with the connect
Soon as the fame stop
Some said that I
went the rap route, homie get out the trap house
I want the power to be able rap bout, what I rap bout
Black child
God, love and textiles
Point
Thinkin', "I want me a bad bitch when I get big"
They hug on the corner like California king
Cold hand all up her skirt, cars whistlin' down the road
See,
to hide red carpet ride guessing right the jokes on
dark corner the square you bath once a week distorted the viewpoint
seldom seen wayback in 68 ohio
You can point the finger move it longitude and latitude
But anyone who’s anyone can probably point it back at you
Confidence is attitude
fuck that "Sorry for your loss" shit
My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain
If you can't fit the pumps I walk in?
I'll wait
Camera thief
Take pictures
Run like the parallel stitches
Attach my feet to the path I beat
Teach myself to keep the answers brief
Gnash my
The revolution shall be televised
This year it's all about us so fuck the other side
Gotta get killed on camera for us to come alive
Well shit we
this point and wish we had
The sands of time are swept away by the winds of war
A torture test for those who follow
Isolated left alone to take the fall
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
Me and Curley Cooke booked a gig, nothing big
Just a little corner Joint -- but hey that's the point, you get the
Walls to sweatin', floors
false, what's false was true
And less did you care
The breaking point, white flag raised
My head fell face down
Miserable at every corner
When you were
to watch umm I guess what
You would call POV of point of view
Video in which I want somebody's face looking
Into the camera and talking to you
I can't watch
a surprise pussy nigga cause I'm up in my trigger
With my trigger finger pinchin' it's like taking a picture
Point the camera at the opp and I'm clicking
Headlight cars do battle down the boulevard
Stoppin' in the corner bars or rollin' to get home
Orchestrated stars all laughin' at the weather
madness, man that's sadness what's left get a big ass plasma To see where they made dan rather point the damn camera Only approved questions get answered Now
from the source
I'm pulling every cord
When I record
Six more points put up on The board
I Keep on scoring Overboard
Shoutout to ole Rexosaures
That's
It's about the time
Yeah... aha, aha
You know...
Yeah, word up
C'mon
Lights, cameras, action it's on
Straight outta gate with another hot
the fuck i do my word play
I only say the shit I mean
And sit and write in corners in my book like I'm a fiend
I listen never look and shoot a hook just like
work at the barbers
Buss dem shots then buss dem corners
Feds & trappersWe don't ever do it for the cameras
Food & crops I'm friends with farmers
I don't
got u beat
Tried To Prove a point
Not even valid
Backed me in a corner
Temps getting warmer
But ur getting colder
hearts growing older
Chip on my
to prove a point, that they're wrong
So fax me a hug if I'm in your thoughts
Melodies and moments have fallen apart
Charlotte's Web in the corner collecting
On the way back home
From the Chinese restaurant
We stopped in to a little corner bar
A few drinks later
I start to slur and there you are
Leaning up
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