Lyrics:
Well, then maybe we should go
Half finished projects
Meaningless objects
Plans I abandoned or quit
It's the stuff of our lives
And all of it's shit
around
Real niggas about that issue
Automatic spittin' rounds
Steady born killer with a killer
Gripping on the Glock
I’d done had an argument
And finished
bet I got it
If I don't bet all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay up out my business
Ball 'til I fall, flossin' til I'm finished
I just go, get It, stay up
it, bet I got it
If I don't bet all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay up out my business
Ball 'til I fall, flossin' til I'm finished
I just go, get It,
it, bet I got it
If I don't bet all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay up out my business
Ball 'til I fall, flossin' til I'm finished
I just go, get It,
finished
It seems to me that language
Is some kind of enterprise of human beings
That is not finished
We have now left the grunts and the digs
Of the elbow
I walk my talk
The enemy finished
My energy init
Been minding my business
I'm bout to get serious
You know I don't fuck with them laws
Break in, break
when we started
Now we finished, I don’t know if it’s
A stylist that can style me with this image
Maserati pussy poppin magic city
Make her scream out
Real nigga no switching Im in it
Fake nigga he switching he finished
Glock tucked we be heat bending
No end we just beginning
Lived hard got bucks
Impossible
Launchpad heavy like
The sound...
Immovable objects
The true ones
They got set
To view with these optics
Ain't really nothing new
So choosing
in stilettos
I'm not Porky that ain't all
Cause I'm not finished this a demo
They can never make me let go
Took too long to find this mixture
Like
a work-culture of burnout
Heart disease
Anxiety
Poverty
And depression
Capitalism is finished
Hypocrisy
Scarcity
If we're really being honest
What'd we trade for
to the inward detachment that is required for a clear view of the monstrous drama. The will-to-power operating under a pure democratic disguise has finished off
Ayesha first
Oh, you flipped it first
Well try again
Cause my purse goes first every time again
Ya' over, Done, Finished, Finito
Niggas love to hate me but
the crimson
Can’t trap me in your love prison
Baby Is you done or you finished
Can’t end if this shit ain't beginning
My heart is like Portland
Cold in November
finished
I was in the kitchen cooking up from the beginning
Running out of music in my notes now it's replenished
I pull with the groove I got em dancing
Bowed in Gethsemane
He waits with bated breath
His soul is crushed with grief
Unto the point of death
Blood, sweat, and agony
The object of His dread
I pray for bliss and happiness
And no hard feelings
When i cut you off
This is the last time
I am finished
Only God can save her
I won't keep you
setbacks
Jetlaggin', very swaggered and my Jordans dirty
Amg performance, my foreign don't show no mercy
Mere products, objects, meaningless
The object of some desire
Too late too late
Today I'm saving you
I must have finished my last care
With that beer
With some ideal I might win
While
we have to
Hear the lies from this little light of mine that tried
To let it shine
But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt
You get it, Lyt?
That's
we have to
Hear the lies from this little light of mine that tried
To let it shine
But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt
You get it, Lyt?
That's
Levitibus..
I wanted some power of the chakra
With mofulean darkness describin' what I see in the process
Stone statues surrounded by neolithic objects
the Stars
And get called from the benches
But nobody mentions the work in the trenches
The verses that get sentenced
To never be finished cause It hurts
When
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