Lyrics:
Yeah
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clapping
Raining on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher's
does the future hold,? What do you really see?
I see the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions
What sight have you seen
Where you go already been
Then again you go through
Occasion Avenue
Sister, the day you sell your skin
(The gold
bone decay
So what the fuck am I waiting for anyway?
I don't know which book you're reading from
I guess I never got that one
Gonna see if it's
Bet they do the drive-by on
A bike with a slingshot
Y'all basic, lookin' like you need bathing
Call me cause my grandmama got
Room in the basement
You
I’m first team All-Defensive
Everything I buy expensive
Nigga you can try my lenses
But you won’t see my dimensions
I don’t have good intentions
Niggas
Halls of Fame
Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison
While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
Blow, spin, and sin
you're looking like you're gonna have a smash
With the action
I don't care where you're going, I don't care what you say,
What your religion is
Baby, I
Sumerian economy, su- su- sumerian Economy
Knocking yeah, man, what you need?
Gilgamesh, open now (Aww, shoot)
We have a warrant for Queen Latale’s arrest
judgment
Fleek, are you there?
I'm here
But hold up captain 'cause this ain't good
I'm getting chased by some fat
Rednecks in white hoods
I think they're
hold up captain cause this ain't good.
I'm getting chased by some fat rednecks in white hoods.
I think there trying to kill me "well what do you mean?"
we eat success
Off what we invest know that we blessed
Get with the move we got a space for you
Night Runners ain’t no exclusive crew
I plant that seed
Well this one got a have the perfect body
Really wanted see a bad bitch I call hotty
Now I got to stay
Call em peanut butter jelly
On-site
(Lord Infamous)
You got thugs on ya spot,
Fresh out the box,
The crowd so live,
They comin' in flocks
(All)
'cause, it's big business, it big
it's bout to be lit we got bacardi and it's like mardi Gras in april
It'll be a good story like we putting words and your thoughts in the fable
What? you
car tank steady empty
Yeah you riding good but it's not yours 'cause you renting
Your funds pending
Riding in the car, I do the dash, I be speeding
Ima
down
No worries
You got time
No hurry
Me and Zach
Clay and curry
Yeah I'm flyer than a birdie
Couple friends yeah they nerdy
And I keep a bankroll
You
pimpin but i think im simping
All i wanna know can you tell me what you sippin
All i wanna know is why you got me cripplin
If the service good ima have
mou'in? Wha' is wri'en?
Flip, this U'ah accent's trippin'
This Sundee down south in Hurricane
Quell Crick's rilly got me fillin' thinks
Nope no sluffin'
That just be bragging to me
That just be bragging to me
Self righteousness got you blind as can be
Heard my homie go tell em
Love the sinner hate
The call has gone out, responses have come
And we bless God for our brother who's given God his life
Is there anything you'd like to say, my
your life at stake
Yo Bet on us and you can trust we’ll double your investment trust
Hedge fund hedge fund Legends like Rev Run
Got ya runnin’
way
Cos I got the army that will blow you away
You will lose this war and won't have a say
Hunting season from now till next May
Last thing you
"Yvng Marc you so fine"
She tell by the look in her eye
I just wanna have a good time
I just wanna fuck and shawty ain't wasting no time
She having
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