Lyrics:
wings out the tip of your bone
I'm back with that two-step, two-steps to
the mic You far away from the light, I'm makin
a kite Flyin' so high, nigga, you
and believe
Keep calm, my young kings and queens
Watch and you'll see, and when that day comes
May God bless America
Uh, follow me, follow me through
little bluebird
Fly ye as far as you can away from here
Let not your song fall upon my ear
Go spread your blue wings and I'll shed my blue tears
For
a bless with you
Rooftop
Translucent purple sky
We would lock lips
Wrapped in blankets
The phones muted
Spidy, bring me home before my boyfriend calls
Paid
it counts for the art that I carved so raw
Kept on marching
Didn't wanna starve with the same old conscious
Really have to feed myself with
as fuck go back to school
I'm smoking weed
I don't need your Juul
Cuz I'm a G and you a lame
Yeah this beat heat yeah this beat flames
So shake your ass
I
wings ain't no nigga gonn' do no patrol I'm a cop by myself
The least I can do for the game is to bring it alive then get all the bag
But fuck it I'm
Put you on like my watch
Put you on the block, you can get that off
Put you on the right lot, you can get that coke
Put you on like a fitted
Put you
slanted like you're Asian
But you're black, God bless whoever gave you alla that
If you seen her from the back, you'd understand why dis feel like that
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues
Well, I'm sailin'
in bring them racks in, niggas know that we getting off
Might take a bad bitch and beat her back in, when I'm finished I send her off
I'm in the booth
bandito
Bring it back my people
You know we be gettin that grease
Cut a blank check for that grease
Jezebels wet for that grease
Get you set up by feds
power, he's peace
And I knew that you would do good
With your new group
So I'm prayin' for you and your group
That I know that god'll always will bless you
feedback? Keep that
Bet-ta ease back, never see me slack
Break your kneecaps, then, have you do three laps
Tryin' to see this half a mil, y'all, dingy
Cause all the sunshine that I need Is in your smile
Little songbird spread your wings
When you're near my heart it sings
Your love brings better things
Look, Imma tell you bout my life
Imma tell you about my life
What's wrong in it, what's right
That long linen I tried to
Fight but then I died
I
I can bang bang boogie like da Congo
Bring it back bring it back like pronto
Take the conversation right where you wanna
Mary go round go round
the rain
The cloudy skies can bring you back
Your mind can wander off the track, you head for home
The streets are empty everywhere
That I not, and no
to his chest
Yo, I just want P like Diddy, police on my back cah I look like my pops (Marky)
Hold up, stop, 'cause of that, why you want me locked?
I
stack
Still riding out with the ill pack
And all of my mandem will back
Wellbeck like Man U
But even you know that mans due
Want piff I'll bring coupla
swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen'
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
Three feet, no pressure,
of the ovaries
Open season in that pussy fucking off the ecstasy
Standing by the corner store with a blue calypso
Heading down Broad Street with my blue calypso
he think on you niggas, he a mess
Smoking that god bless, get lifted
High technology, I'm real nifty
Keep a little box stashed in the hybrid
She
it back to basics when I rap I slay this
Here's a false statement I have the greatest famous fragrance
You should know by now that I don't play tricks
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