Lyrics:
What do ya say there, guy?
Mustard, ha! It's the remix!
I love this one, here!
D.T.!
Prof. Biz!
Miles Minnick!
It's a Kingdom connection!
Yeah!
gems
You're into social justice while you're riding in your Benz
Talking politics ain't the word you're gonna yield
Be careful lest you die on the wrong
fine
I'm on a short list to order but the line
is around the corner
you see my color
(Verse 2)
In a place where divine inspiration scarcely yields its
sails (nope)
Taking these L's embracing your fails (embrace em)
Taking these L's not breaking my trail (no breaking)
Taking these L's (yeah)
Taking these
The kingdom of heaven
Is like a mustard
Sowed into a field
If you have faith
As small as a mustard seed
You can do anything
You are what you believe
one will answer, for you are the prey
Trails of light surround this eventide of abysmal grief
I am nothing now but a harvester and you are the yield
Run
There is nowhere to hide
Cuz I'm hot on your trail
Just a footprint behind
And I won't lose the trail
When the winds of war rise
Then it's time to set
dead already
If I walk this red carpet
I'ma leave a trail of muddy footprints
That's why I'm drippin' on
The public, no gold, i go rust
Save the gold
goodbyes
Prepare the way, O Lord
Ol' Peter lied, three times denied
But Your grace it goes before
Your grace goes before me, Your mercy trails behind
So be
the merit to yield the true spirit
So strong it will shake all the hairs from your head
Then stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking
like a mustard for a ham
She was crashed out in the bathroom
In the arms of my best friend
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her
to size 'em.
They'll probably be the ones with the size not fryin'
All over reveal, you won't have to yield
If you want protection you can hide behind
Chyeah mustard on the beat ho!
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t fuck with nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t fuck with
to desert the rhymin' field
You're a nerd, your rhymin' yields and stops
My rhymin' shield deflects your puny rhymes
They're 'spect so do decline, any
ain trusted
Cuz they be liars n some bustas
Finna chop it down quick
Into some simple shit like DJ Mustard
Ain wit the fighting or the fussin
I switch
a condiment you condom fish you compliment the mustard
Steady dick ridin tryna beat the time before the buzzard
Not a simon or a mother out of line in need
with wings
business rights
votes to elect
an delete
then add on
carraige cargo wide
suppose ALL freedom
wasn't here yield
symbol digg open
for worms
bottled In
mustard dipp fatally
high dive splash never
pop out tiere Dodge over
corner sidewalk department
Dress code Decimal's id check
Darts Dot push pins
to sway
Tungsten burner yo we light the flame
Mustard up the courage though despite my faith
Marching up the hill top
Learned to wield the lava
Now he fear
And a liquid so rare, if you willingly share
To be taken your hair when it's frizzled and dead
The sod has the merit to yield the true spirit
So strong it'll
calling, across the land
Leaving trails of blood and sand
And this torture, and misery
Souls are awake enough to see
Far beyond the lies
Phantom
mustard, and a pickle
Unsweetened ice tea_ then he hiked with vigor to
Breakneck Ridge.
He carefully navigated up along the jagged trail. Up and over
carried helpless by my floating basket raft
Your flavor in my mind, back and forth between
sweeter than any wine as bitter as mustard greens
and it's light
Because I like good lovin' will I burn in a oven
Fiery furnace
'Cause sometimes the yearn gets, uh
Tempting so I yield into temptation (uh, uh)
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