Lyrics:
me (tell me, nuh?)
When I smoke, I get so high (high altitude)
It makes me feel like I wanna fly (smoke out, christly)
Can you look and see
a gangsta prayer (Christly) , oh no
Seems like we are living just to die
Living in the fire (Hot) , oh no
Police and soldiers dem nuh gi' no bligh
This is
(christly)
My IQ raise also (intellect)
My intellect, Intelligence
SO MI AH SAY YUH KNOW (wah yaaa sayyyy)
Leme tell yuh sumin
So Solomonic is d chronic
gonna learn how to fly
(High) how high?!
I feel it coming together baby!
People will see me and cry (Fame)
Cry tears i'm gonna make it to heaven
Christly
i'm gonna fly (How high?)
I'm floating by (Where?)
To the sky (Christly)
It don't matter what they say or try
Don!
Look inna di sky, it's a bird, it's
Then I found my thoughts
I got
Green tea in my psyche
Slightly
Christly
That’s why I don’t fuck wit your light breeze
That’s why I don’t give a fuck if
of spiritual
Call it pitiful
Lifestyle used to be miserable
Yoke unliftable
Until he showed me Christly principles
Indispensable eternal life makes you
hyphy
I got Jesus on my side, so I'm feelin hella christly
Blade on my side so I hit em with a knifey
On sum franchise shit the way I'm steppin in my
Kremlin and now she taking D
Aye aye aye
Yellow taping on the scene
Pussy dead, what it seem
I'm too Christly, I'm traveling back to Medellin
Serving llello
I'm in new Depps with this my pen is christly
You can pick the half but I need half either way you slice it
My plan was drop undeniable pieces period
to niggas I'm christly
In no band trigger hand play cello
Yeah the check got a twin a Isley
Who would you be no guidance
Show some understanding go inspire em
trigger action
Crackin'
U can miss me wit the bs
Big ass glock it got a full clip
I come 2 get busy
Shit gettin fishy
Dope pure
White as a Christly
Bitch I
the thorns
But it is so hard to conform
To be more like a Christly form
When the scoffers fight with scorn
Blown away in a silent storm
Alone with no place
Kremlin and now she taking D
Aye aye aye
Yellow taping on the scene
Pussy dead, what it seem
I'm too Christly,I'm traveling back to Medellin
Serving llello
need something
Provide for them niggas
Would die for them niggas
Lay down my life for them niggas
Went through some christly conditions
Never knew that I
goodness from my melon to my nikes
Trynna live Christly high key likely why I'm blessed
I'm so I'm so I'm so blessed, No stress
I'm so I'm so I'm so blessed
do not see eye to eye
Love is patient, and I trust that love is kind
No you're wrong, christly sister, once you'd been the sharp one
We snuck out from
pain inside devour
Death is at the masters hand, as meteors collide and shower
Those who spar against the christly kingdom in the final hour
Spirit cast
Kremlin and now she taking D
Aye aye aye
Yellow taping on the scene
Pussy dead, what it seem
I'm too Christly, I'm traveling back to Medellin
Serving llello
and then dip
It's un-Christly but I ain't perfect
Coughing up a lung just tryna have fun (oh)
Seen you win my heart, seen you under love (yeah)
Knew you
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