Lyrics:
'till I find the perfect timing
I done seen every crevice of my mind by now
Does he escape the spirit state?
We might find out
Rockin' letters like I'm
Dunno Imma say to start
From makers mark to makin marks
A kid with just a tainted heart
I aim for love, I chase it hard
It's hard as fuck I've got
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
across this earth in the name of Christ
Destination to retrieving souls
Makin believers up out of foes
Fireworkin creatin light shows
Orthodox Christians
we get from this
Take it a rung at a time don't you stop
Every drop nots a burden but a revealing mark
And the cuts of our falls makin' art for our
yeah, I know (I know)
We all used to run from the Five-O (we did)
Before Headie One's days it was heads out
Lil Marni lookin' out to my bro's (facts)
know
That you be in my face
Don't be letting them know
That you makin the drop
I got gifts by the pound
I be havin it boxed
Said her pussy is pink
I be
get by living on borrowed time
There's a silver line in everything I see
Everything I been through when I couldn't find peace
I know the world don't
Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again, this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one
Absolutely
(Mind been more than gone)
H'riiiiight? H'riiight (My eyes had felt betrayed)
Little bro just got the top marks in the whole country for three
Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again, this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one
this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for
my face
I just wanna show you off
Take you out up on them dates
Hold your hand and grab you tight Leave my arms around your waist
Then I tell you that
check mark
Got my label makin’ visions with no contact
Villainous is armored up and I ain’t talkin’ combat
I be giving service to you bitches like I’m
The kids out there are smarter, and my neck is on the writer's block
Feel the motivation dyin', medicate with plastic wine, and hypnotize myself by starin'
need something stronger than our fists to fight
Ok right on my mark, 1, 2, 3, can you cut the lights
We'll catch em' by surprise, and leave out sense
Shout out to all-a my homies who're makin' my beats,
Y'all are the ones who are birthin' the medium for for me to go speak,
We ain't gonna go submit
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
out of tune
Floating by like a lost balloon
Speaker bumping, hearing echoes from across the room
We alone the entire night
Then shawty missing like
I was riding in a winnebago
Keepin' my circle small like a little bagel
Built it brick by brick like we playing lego
And I don't give a fuck what you
Shout out to the man who lived like a king
Never thought he'd tears came out and drippin'
That pretty ghost walked into the city
'bout the day she
I'm ridin, Crestsidin' through the fog
I'm a double are hog, doin' dirt with my dogs
Crest gorilla makin' scrilla, boy I gets G's
Put more holes in
allegiance (you know that)
Makin' my mark up in the pros, this shit was not collegiate (uh-huh)
Yeah, I understood the assignment, so it got completed
inside the Maxima
Mark them days on the calendar
Don't you dare dodge this challenger
Sonics is hedge-hodgin'
Got heads boppin' way out in Africa
Radios be
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