Lyrics:
to the door mats.
I'm looking good right now,
I gotta wear more hats.
new is my beginning and used is my life,
few are my winnings, abused is my wife.
I
a million out there who would see you today
But for now it's just me in this place
In this world the gods are made real
By the hands that for them would
young'ns and their kinfolk
And let em' know there's more to life than a G of coke
If you used to push weight then you relate
'cause you already had a taste
but you're not there so why
Why would it bother you
How many more blind eyes will we turn as they burn entire towns down like
Do what you gotta do, what
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
X-MO testimony
And unlike how I was taught to testify
Inside the Mormon church
By making I know statements all the time
About, let's be real here
Are there any straight women anymore
That's how it works, yo
Got any straight women left bitch I'm confused
Every single day, i just wanna let loose
way since I was 11, for real
But mostly, I'm just not enthused
About this institutionalized thinking that tries to abuse
My creativity by making me
could say, was "Oh"
And she says "now there is somethin' else
That I really think you should know
You can have unlimited refills
For just a quarter more
I have
Got to search this small island if I want to outlast
There's barely any barrels, but I guess it'll work
I got to find food, or else ima go
Yeah
This stage ain't for beginners but I was there once
Yeah, Yo, Uh
Nah it ain't Christmas but that lady let me deck the halls
Cramping in that
So now that we've agreed to not build any more,
I want the US and Russia to dismantle their new cold war,
Come together under me, and follow what I
balls, spit my dime, fuck the sidewalk man
James Bridge just blowin down motherfuckin' train man
(Casket), real type shit man,
Huh, huh, yeah man
Run over by a truck this monkey is Armenian
This shooting star's Laotian jamaica, Malta
And Niger are creatures from the ocean
Greenland's not a real
scarred but I'm still the same me
Yea small town country boy, cant say I was a cowboy
But hippy crew or buckaroo, I run with any crowd boy
Spent a couple
much more than just hoping for a dream come true
Death, burial and resurrection then you'll be renewed
There's many mansions in my Fathers house for me
the man have been cloning
Who's doing it like this unsigned?
See your real friends there when it's crunch time, I bet I'm punching yours if you punch mine
Entertainment motivates their presentation of stats
And emotions are manipulated
So I can't really say that I'm swayed by any prime time official statements
Where
So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style?
- So what are you saying Todd?
To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit
Here's
canvas feel like a campaign
I'm really by myself in this ting and the A.I around me are driving me insane
Some say that I need me a doctor, well let them
who are fake
Pounds up divide up trade up drag up
Take a hint girl I left ya snubbed
Walk in any store, get em discounts
"I'm in a hurry, let's just
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
[Drake: Speaking]
Uh Yea Man, Vo, Back Again Like We Never Left Huh
Yea Man, Im Sending This Out To Any Of My Girls Thats Different Man
Anybody Thats
more questions
Is there any more questions?
Yes
Yes, Mister MJG
I have a question
Yes?
Ah - in 94
Do you think - ah
Any bitches are gonna come up?
Can -
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