Lyrics:
talking about a Foot Locker? They're all the same
Fox News? CNN? Just pawns in the game
They only represent the institution like Obama did
Whose key
Oh my heart, it is weak just like my coffee
Battle scarred, fighting every war by proxy
It is crude, it's construction paper torn
And grade school
makin' sense, Asian hoe, she got the Yen
Call brodie, Aaron Donald the way he keep defence
Could get paid 50 mil, like I'm Brad Beal
I don't wanna deal,
the establishment
Or claiming thug life without any misdemeanors or past offenses
Just isn't me, I'm just like you, I guess I lack the image
Right? Just trying
live I will be remade
The sand is like a razor
Slashing at my face
Everyone's in panic but you can't see any place
It's a sand storm, taken by
You just left it there
So many things passed by
With sneaking and laughing
You don't chase and tame them
So they are now blown off in the air
You
Left standing on the planet
Strike like a meteor do
Remedial damage dammit cats can't stand it
Get they ass handed and branded
By the lyrical new york
Fingerprints on the ranfla i'm shooting at your panza
Give a damn about a follower i'm backed up by the raza,
Donuts at the plaza hope the cop don't
It might seem crazy what I am about to say
Sunshine she is here you can take a break
I am a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air like
Judgement and justice both go hand in hand
Just like the lost and yes just like the damned
Terror and horror both walk side by side
Just like
dressed up like Donald Duck
It was a midget G-man
And we're sorry that we could not show it live
But we'll have film of the shooting here at five
Give me
hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind
When I was in the jungle, we was blowin' 9s
Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time
And you know I gotta cross
(in a minute yeah)
Legs in the air got your feet by ceiling (ceiling)
You ain't had sex in a minute (in a minute yeah)
Bae I'm on the way
I'll be there
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
Bitches these days ain't got no morals
Slide into the DM
Guaranteed it's more than oral
Be all up on my nuts like a mothafuckin squirrel
I'm just tryna
I say it please don't unquote
Got they hands up like a dumb pope
They ring girls just like the front post
Put a ransom on the beat
I need that money
wanted to miss
It was just somebody serenading something like this
Mandy
There's a minister handy
And it sure would be dandy
If we'd let him make
Whoa-oh-whoa
Whoa-oh-whoa
There's another body in the McDonald's parking lot
The cops stand around like there's nothing to do
You start to worry that's
hair
Trip
I ain't got no air
Trip
When you pull me close
This
Is how its gonna go
Trip
Until mornings comes
Walk on by
I just need to ignore you on my
like a pickle rick
Erupting her pussy just with a flick
Just like that pickle I am slick
Lil Throat Goat got the blick
Chuck norris is able to build
When i was just two and hardly a dude
A movie came out gave us hope that was new
Nonstop on the beta it made us demented
We’d get hardware wars if
You wanna throw your hands in the air and just run
You feel like your back against the wall and it's done
But many been in your position and they
they popping up
I'm just piping new bitches with the 7 up
I got Sprite on me from McDonald's cuz
Feeling real fuzzy like a TV when the signal cut (uh,
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