Lyrics:
smoked that blunt for last month's three hundred dollar billin
And I'm willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to cope
But if I didn't take
rightful head in the air Imma blaze that rifle
They say I'm sick, I'm viral, you'll get jabbed, and a ruptured spinal
Don't care Imma play by my rules
Make
get ate like the last guy
Red light, you're a good guy
Stay in the house, don't ask why
Stay with the plug like a flash drive
You can get eight, I'm
Oouuu
I do not know what they want me to say
Okay you lit up I'm feelin' the same
Ak been drippin the land of the lakes
Tell me the last time I
over
Get saved
We live in last days
Christ took the fast way
Christ gave us the right way to save his people
I'm prosper on any weapon that is formed
disappear
No be by who Sabi pass
No be by who struggle pass
No be by who carry first class
I say pray for grace make you no carry last
No matter how e
last
night, mmm, you actin' like you can't call me no more cause you busy and all
that, but you tryina tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real
but I'm going to get the last laugh
You can call me the realest cause all I do is kick the facts
I'm locked and cocked bout to pop with my eyes up
fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons
really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
CHORUS:
D N A that’s depression ‘n’ anxiety
Overwhelmed by destiny and society
Stuck in the past and future, call it irony
In the end I want
plays
Oh yeah, what's happening?
Raised by the church in Manhattan
To be perfect you need practice
Yeah he the captain
Yeah you a captive
Call him Stalli
of trusted killers
Quick to move shit heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question who's sane
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in
of trusted killers
Quick to move shit heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question who's sane
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
my worst nightmares
By appearing like it's all back, it's all there
I'm done with this
I can't sleep
Cause' I don't wanna' wake up
My dreams will get
Last call for alcohol
She don't fuck with broke niggas, she want cash involved
Free Yourself
You ain't gotta hold back tonight
Free Yourself
You
More drinks as life gets harder
Keep going I'ma be my father
But I'm there already - you call it henney but to me - I'ma drink that water
I'ma drink
Yea
Mula
Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag
Run it up four by four on the track
Backing it up all I'm talking is facts
I ain't friendly you
the gas gets low we'll stop and get some more.
Gotta long road to travel ‘n I need you by my side you know?
Well I'm heading for the city they call
till I’m done yawning
I took sum'n last night I feel like I’m still on it
Everything is going wrong god damn dog gone it
Hit the plug gotta fronted
I
levels with no codes
I got the power to make you take notes
Call me Sameer cause I’m out of control
I heard your last lines, I admit it
Why do we «ha-ha»
We might be better off alone
Last night you didn't even come home
By myself I'll never try to call
Hopin' that you'd would miss but I was wrong
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