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Godson more like Thanos over pianos I snap niggas go ghost its that simple
Conflicted in my ways trying to redefine whats minimal
Cause lately all
Uhh, turn it up
Hah, uhh, yo, check it
Now add it up
Uhh, add it up
Uhh
Check it out, we're like
Three LP's precise from my Five Deadly
guy's responsible, he was begged to do something
We've waited long enough no more dawdling or delays
Let's go out with a zinger, hit me with your best
Balmain
Instagram pics of my lobster omelette
Selling that Parkay, life ain't no arcade
Now I got more nines than the fourth grade
Alone, is all I
And I say right about now you are rockin' with the best!
Can I get a hit? Thank you
What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
Balmain
Instagram pics of my lobster omelette
Selling that Parkay, life ain't no arcade
Now I got more nines than the fourth grade
Alone, is all I
about sex, pard-on, check your facts
and the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
Waitin for Kim album to drop,
nothing but spins like we're at Equinox
Ya speaker box gets blown, when I hit the sweetest spots
Try to step to me on the mic and you'll get ethered watch
girl, Nesbly my chick
And I got diamonds that's all on her wrist
I hit record and make songs by myself
I need some more time to find more of myself
Nesbly
that I'm alone
By myself myself
Now that you are gone
Had to hit the road
All by myself
It be the little things that's between us
When you might have hit
you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
Tried to call ya, where are ya?
In Paris? What a beautiful destination
In Paris, right by the Eiffel,
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
the 80's
Medicine had gotten crazy
Doctors nurses and medical professionals all acting like I had rabies
Wanting to stick me with this and that
With No
Guitar Guitar Guitar baby
This that new crack of the 80s
Hollup Hollup
Lou is so brazy
Bitches be wanting my baby
They Like me they love me and hate
now
And if we're talking about rap
We have like people like Nardo Wick
BSlime
NLE Choppa back in twenty nineteen
And all that other stuff
So I brought
I'm not who you want me to be
I switched up wrote some songs hit delete
Now I'm falling to pieces
I wish you could see
All of the reasons
That I have
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
_Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
We're not on the block no more, we're in mansions tellin' bro, "Lay off the gang ting now"
It's mad, I grew where the paigons live
It's a love-hate
alone on the cast
J B ice were no where to be found
He came back to rap but his flows oversea
And yah couldn't see, yah couldn't noticed he was still
to forfeit, wonder why now I have mixed emotions
Bout to drop the album, leave the earth like a Martian
They only love you when you lay in a coffin, the same
batshit crazy yes Ms Daisy
Been pushing death more then crack or meth in the 80s
Yes mama made me best up so praise me
Full of myself yeah I'm full
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