Lyrics:
This that Off Beat And Righteous
Hope your soul gon' like this
Right on
Roj Mahal Trash Mahal
Mesmerized by the twinkle in the eye of a child
that I done, came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch into what the top
felt like Ryuga
Stealing all this power call me L-Drago
Stealing your power and soul demons coming out
(Demons coming out)
So much pain been f*cking up
a heart without a beat
Mr Tin man
Toto without his bark
Can't speak man
Dorthy without her slippers
Can't Walk man
I spit fire to y'all souls
Every
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
pleasure
G
Day by day I stand
C9 G
By your kisses in my face
C9 Cm6 G
Your sweet words
a killer
I can't wait to see what rumor they reveal in the tabloids
Snap another picture at me, I'll break your f Android
The camera's a narcotic, and I'm
Gen Z just grew desensitized by all the bad news
Seen George Floyd and a million others murdered in cold blood
And we supposed to stand together now?
Say you won't let go
Oh I been dying here I'm all up my own
I see your scars like what the f*ck have I become Said I swear I knew myself but now you
know u tryna hide
I know u tryna hide
From all these f****** lies
And all that painful time
Just close your eyes
It will be alright
I'm always here by
pro-jects
I get a good sleep when my soul at rest
CA but I represent the whole West
Coast to the death, fuck you expect?
It's the F
"That so you don't have
Jah is watching you)
Man a wah some do a likkle bomboclaated
Weh feel like them because dem album charted
Well all bad card will be disregarded
No
Escobar Studios b****
hamdulillah b**** I'm a God
I told your mom get the f*** out the car
#winning
God's gift to women just mind your business
The taken
Is time to break
The broken
Like a black toast
In the toaster
Is time to take
Your soul than
Make a cake
Put in the oven
Not being sober
All this
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
me?
Picture myself a old man a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liars all day
Time pass (Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death
What you down, what you down for
What you around, what you around for
F A K all the way to the E
F A K all the way to the E
What you down, what you
fades to pink and blue
As I cry
In your arms
And if you wanna take a picture
Maybe we could make an album too
And fill it with some stupid memories of us
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
Trying to think 'bout what I told my brother yesterday
Nigga got his chain snatched by Carl, boy it ain't no way!
Aye Twon, remember when I beat your
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
what the gesture is
Judge yourself by streams, I'm changing lives that's different measurements
Only thing I fear is God, you fear what your reception is
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