Lyrics:
nice eight ball jean jacket to the last court hearing
I'm ready to change
Add shorty spit in my chicken and rice
I've been fully consumed by hatred,
chinny, chin, chin
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in
But my friend right here
Is getting sicker
So, he started beef with my homie over what?
Took this fool to the house
To sober up
Maybe you should listen
released
I got to believe it
Time will tell
But does time cast it's spell
Me and her
We are doing well
Separated by hell
The situation in India is telling
to run with lions on the road to Zion
In this age of violence, time to grab the iron
When I pop the silencer, it's nothing but silence when
Baby, when
or better
Imma need a million or better
I got the trap house looking like shelter
I got some bitches in hear down for whatever
I got hitters and they gone
and I am just
For I speak of the beast
That lives in all of us
Unwelcome ones, your time has come
(Lord) You are my god and my shepherd
Nothing
an evil act
She closed the doors and said, Come to me
He said, I seek refuge in Allah
Truly your husband is my master
He has made my stay agreeable, so I
the lines as the moon light shines in unseen
Etching chapters of my life from pages that I write in your glass house
Raise another wall is all you ever asked
getting it
I like to match up Dior with the Gucci
I pull up all dry just to drip in it
Told 'em that nothing gonna change me
Yeah all of my haters going
a real nigga, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sell water
a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west
You got a clue, what does a clue get?
Nothing
My milk and honey, my Cherie-Cherie Amour
My Cinderella in her
dreams from happening
Get lost in my future, when I'm dreaming, just imagine
Imma keep rapping, my dreams keep happening
My mission is straight ahead so no
Roll up a Porto blunt now I'm halfway back home
Plug your headphones in your phone
And sit back, this is my truth to each is own
Leave me alone
Che, woah
Hold on, hold on, are we moving straight or not? Wh, whatta fuck?
Shit i keep it floating even when storm is on my way
Running outta
stand idle
And I'm afraid my life will be a long viscous cycle
I'mma be honest I made this song after I relapsed
In fact imma say it straight up cause I
designs were made straight and sound
But each of these new and ill conceived designs
Is deranged in its heart
For they see this world as if it were alone
and if not we'll still blam ya
Teach the children wrist and razor daddy's liquor with some Fanta
Hos are taught by Santa whom is Satan like Saint
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black
Beautiful is black
Promised I'd write my way up out my mama house
Now
guts in my car n' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if they do
Should
showed us what our lives could be
Then two by two by two by two
The people found their plots
We were the first ones to move in
The number on the door is
Climb into my corner, my self inflicted coma
Stand up, lay down, repeat in the same order
Fall straight through the floor and let the time just run
Pull up, Louis V on my waistband
Saint Laurent call em toe taps
I’m in the cut
Flexin’ like I got money flowin’ in like the ocean
Girls, all them want me
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
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