Lyrics:
and confused, nigga
We ain't the same, boy, I'm cut from a newer cloth
No service I'm with your boo in Malibu for walks (facts)
She can't get up off me, she
it burn
Cloth of the service to soldiers of fate
Collecting the ashes in a poor man's urn
Sealing the barrows with Mostar and clay
Where did we go
I'm singing you the ballad
Of a great man of the cloth
His name was Harry Lewis
And he worked for Irving Roth
He died while cutting velvet
I'm singing you the ballad
Of a great man of the cloth
His name was Harry Lewis
And he worked for Irving Roth
He died while cutting velvet
Hahahahah hahahaha
Do you know the devil?
Hahahahaha
My niggaz killing the cloth
My niggaz killing the cloth
Honey be looking the part
Honey be
when keeping jobs, you need em lots
Coz without em your seen at stops with cleaning props
Where your washing windows with greasy cloths to feed ya gobs
the cloth
Only one thing that I want you to know
I'm chasin' the bread for the fam not the rolli
You a lil bitch you cannot be my brodie
Get off my ship this
the designer cloth
She boostin' shit, it make you summersault
Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar
And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball
Real
That is the mission make em uncomfortable
Cuz a bigot is a bigot nothing more no spirit
Takes one minute put a cloth to the bottle
Put it horizontal
bread, in a restaurant
Spilling olive oil on Italian cloths
To Italian seats in Italian cars
In Italian sheets with Italian drawers on
Some of them only
howda fam lack
Same difference how I said dat
Trained to keep track
Move again
Pushing lead to that
You a different cloth
No sew-ins
You should head back
lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce
You on side
of the mailroom clerks
Lord have mercy, what a piece of work
I'm a piece of work, I'm a lovesick boy
Cloth cap, caviar and corduroy
All over the map, just
tops
Candy red paint on that yeah that thing a cherry pop
All peanut butter seats always leather never cloth
Hoe you couldn't wipe my pimping off if
This hotel room got a lot of stuff
A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone
Well a light that comes on when
or
Foresee funeral services
Affirmative action pop up on your furnishing
Unfortunate future for us to fly
Free under God’s firmament
Me versus whosever’s dead
The wagon with the boy on top
He rides the downhill service
Shooting his pockets in faraway places
Taking up spaces
The boy in his wagon offers
feel alive in this service
All this ish just makes me nervous
Maybe I should go and take a hit now, maybe being cool will give me a hit now
God forgive
fruitloops
Niggas from Jamaica say bomboclat
When the chicks give them cheeks without removing cloth
I got a golden glock in 12 o'clock
Busting nuts around
Back when she was on the same block that I would service
Said, "It's straight," we need a place up in Jamaica estates
And she was like, "Oh no" in
the radio
I wonder if they'll ever go to heaven
The beer mats are wading
In a table of froth
The bar girl is serving
With a check drying cloth
on my way
Right amount might accelerate all of your service
All sales is final when you make a purchase
I got that loud it might cause a disturbance
I
Beats makes you wanna bounce
Non-Prophets weathered and deep cuts
We send battle rhymes to shatter minds
The Secret Service Crew
But they'll all fall
throw some dirt on me
My little homie got killed on the blood block
A month later I almost died from a block cloth
O.G but I'm stepping like I'm young
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