Lyrics:
our young turned away by the beautiful people inside
Huddled masses of the dead
Give us thy flesh, our daily bread
They would ask for our unwavering
cordial like this killa 'posed to
And I wish you would really try to come test me
You break bread with niggaz that know you, I can show you
Slowly rollin
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
me! See we different
Everybody out here braggin' 'bout they dough
But when it's time to spend that money, where that bread go?
I beat that shit like
attempts frustrated by lead
Stripped of their clothes and marked
With the six pointed star
Today one thousand fall
in the gas chambers
Terrorize
Zyklon B,
like Luke Cage
Bitches tell me I'm the new wave
On Westmont Nickels I'm eatin' New Wave
My joy roll niggas ride with two K's
Get rid of a few bodies, dug
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
Your body broken
Lamb, for my sins was slain
By the will of the Father
All who look to You are saved
Light of the world, You're the Bright Morning Star
fuckin homeboy to get what he got
I mean the ones he broke the bread with, the ones you don't want
To be the ones fuckin your girlfriend the moment you
It’s night
I’m afraid and my lost
Lost in this flat in know by heart
The sound of the drops in the sink is a maze
By the window the white moon is
Bitch i'm turnt up off my body
Thuggin' with my team
Lot of diamonds on my body
I'm just seventeen i pop pills
I don't smoke oh and I drink lean
I buy
do it rush me do it Shit like I ain't been through the scars and bruises Like I ain't been through the bars seen the sargaent trooper Look at my body I
head
And, all the rules I'm breaking
I turn my body into bread
On my throne
In my Chevy I'm the king of my roam
I got my dog by my side, ready
bet now
Do like a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds
In a collision, I see their ambition
But they
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
On the night you were betrayed
You took the bread and gave thanks
You broke it and said, "This is my body"
Laid down your life
For sin you
stay in my zone
Bitch I'm by my lonely
Stop calling my phone
Body
On my body
Huh huh
On my body
Vetements on my body
Vetements on my body
She all on my
to a blood, them A's went down now
Kinda good lookin', them bitches fine now
I'mma drip some red on the sauna
I'mma cop the bread when it's all gone
I get
give mum a grandson
These ladies moving crazy, uh
Wanna have babies by me
Lately I've been keepin' my head down
Ain't been wildin', takin' time out
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
'm tryna nail that nigga hat
Cook your potato, boy, I'll smash your butt
Make me toast your shit, like a piece of bread
You heard what I said, boy, yeah,
1st / E D Am - /
{Refrain}
One by one, they kiss me on the head
Soldiers drinking wine and body bread
Two by two, who understand the blue
Flowing
Don't you know where you're going
It's to the ancient land of milk and honey
When the body falls I come to life
Hovering above the bread and the wine
wishing well water imported from Pluto
That's why my eyes is glassy, so ain't got to ask me
The interplanetary Illuminati move your body
I trekked
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