Lyrics:
on the sidewalk
I hear a lot of George Floyd
I hear a lot of white supremacy
I hear a lot of fake racism
All you guys can't get it, man!
Until y'all start speakin'
and clashed in the dark inn yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be
wanna say
"BAOW" and get ya crew amped up
Cause now-a days a "BAOW" is really all
It take for the gas to start
I've mastered arts
I say I'm the devil in
cast, free at last
Raise it in the green pastures, I can't lose
Wack rappers couldn't walk a fuckin' mile in my shoes
I carry my cross, been shot, burned,
a mistake
You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
Wait, dinner at eight?
I
hurting
Looking for peace of mind
I'm still searching
Seem like nothing working
It's just all these mind games
It be all these mind games
Games that my mind
Real life,
I am on point with the drills am just behind in the game it's to bright,
I got inspired by metaphors and Punchlines most of these rappers got
I'm shooting the film to bury the game
Cuz next I know I will be the king
To all the street guys I see the way you be
I no the way you feel
Cuz we be
putting it all to the side
Thinking I need a revive
Thinking I need more time
Loving me on the darkside
Ya hating me up in the night
Sorry access denied
everytime I walk in
I drip like some water but a nigga really saucing
My bihhh keep it wet she my lil faucet ohhh
All my niggas eat off that filet menu
of the game of
Wait, dinner at eight?
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly 'cause of the
Game of love (love), love (love)
La-la-la-la-la love
ain't yours to bear
Why you holdin' grudges in old jars?
Why you want to show off all your scars?
What's it gonna take to lay a few burdens down?
gnarly, woo (woo)
Heavenly, rapidly (rapidly), got killers on McAfee (got killers on)
I do it immaculately
I'm all in her mouth like a cavity (I'm all in
Pen so sharp told stories you thought I forged it
Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious George
My nigga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North
Venom In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low
Say they really really fake
Can't mess
Venom In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low
Say they really really fake
Can't mess
come home, she kiss him through the phone
But y'all ain't ever do what you rappin'
Yankee fitted, barrel kickin' like it's Snoop in Manhattan, Norf
I suck at Monopoly
In fact it's really any game, too busy mourning Billy Mays
Respect is placed upon my name despite the fact I am insane
Stackin'
Venom!
In the streets, I'm peepin' game
I can't trust you, no, no
All up in my business, man
I stay on the low-low
Say they really, really fake
Not in love but I'm trying not to fall
I'm just tryna be the greatest reminiscing I ain't have nun when I'm higher then them all
I've been tryna build
MUCH DARKER
Because the Africanism is in EFFECT
So check it out MAN!
And try not to bite the lyrics
POI!
So come in now with the chorus
cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn-yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune
and you know my name hoe
It's like EA Sports because it's all in the game hoe
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know
In your eardrum so furious
It ain't a game, it ain't a joke, it's so serious
The best flow period, let's go!
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