Lyrics:
a fuckin unicorn to get inside
I ain’t one of those
But I’ma hustler tho
Stay up, on my fuckin toes
Stay wit tress like poconos
Gotta watch my fuckin back
rhyming with no mumbles
Ain’t to many rivers and tress just shivering knees
In the winter when we building them trees
We pick’em out never building them
tonight I won't know to ride
Wanted you to take it
But now we mobilize I just had to find one like me
We're running by creeks
No wind no breeze
Silent tress
Fuck up them tress
I keep smoking on that weed
I’m with the boys and we fucking up them beats
I got it then I repeat I cannot sleep
Like a soldier come
heads bout to go and lose they minds
Cuz i stand by that 'til the day I die
Checks over stripes no cap no lie
Counting paper in the shade money tress
Through weathered brush and unkempt tress
Another story starts
A queen to-be sings sweetly
Then swiftly falls apart
She wakens to the butler boy
I swear I'm reborn every other night, in the car
In the dark of the car park outside my new work
Among the tress, faded streetlights, shimmering rain
She gon make me start chopping
These tress shit got me coughing
I pop 2 then pop another 3
I got some problems
2 pistols n gotta an ounce of lean
Inside
and the meadows and the storms
Rolling through the tress, the dreams, the meadows and the storms
I am amending the soul of the masses
Flaking ,perpetrating the mind of the axis
They Brutally bashing on black men you deadpan
Palm tress for dead
hop
Chica hip hip
Tibiri-bap
Chica up
Chica down
Chica Bruce Lee Jackie Chan
Chica fat ass
Chica no stress
Chica first class
Chica un dos tress
And the wind in the tress
And the moon passing overhead
I walk to the place that I dream of
And I lay down to rest
The sound of the owl and the wind
about get that funding
Are you looking at me
Or a the bands
I hear the bass drop every time it leaves my hands
Ferraris hang from the tress
If you cry
soul
But we fell apart
Got that ink on my body it's your name lil shorty
I love it when you salty Wanna take you to Saudi
Tress, you like an Arab
comes to us
30 bags on my wrist but I'll give it up
Come together and our life will be going up
I don't wanna see no p's
Leave this shit and all the tress
I gotta blow off some steam Inkonz' etrasin'
Fuck I gotta blow off some tress
Zong'thol' ehlathin'
Phans' eceleni behind walls
Nkosi sikelela 3 5's
I thank the man upstairs when I wake
I pray for real, pray for real cut the fakes yeah
23 23s bushed up smoking tress
Going up like fees
You sting
the christmas
The tress shine and everyone together
Do you think this forever
Leave the cold and for the time
You already have a line
But I want to tell you
In this paradise
The birds flap steel wings
And isn't so nice
To hear the midnight sirens sing
Dystopia
Concrete tress with glass leaves
Dystopia
of them
That's when I saw it I gawked from across the room
Couldn't ignore it the rump-tress was scrumptious
Quite alluring it was luring me in like
ulie nipa maumivu me kama nyang'au na tena
Maumivu dawa ninywe vidonge mhh
Kwa marafiki mashosti ukanidharau
Ukanitia uvivu tress niwe mnyonge
Leo sina
the Christmas
The tress shine and everyone together
Do you think this is forever
Leave the cold for the time
You already have a line
But I want to tell you
at play squirrels in the tress
Barking dogs and sound of running water
Minnesota winter snowplows in the driveway
Statue of the buddha staring at the snow
money grow on tress, I guess that I'd be in the bushes
They never follow but they stalking on a nigga picture
Yeah what it is I got frigette on my wrist
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