Lyrics:
Quarantined ain’t really had much else to do
Plot and scheme how this king can get his jewels
Ain’t no dancing but I’m still on social making moves
me and my kitty Kat
What's good?
If you got the yums
Then I'm the ultimate yuck
I ain't gon let y'all have shit
Gonna stay fuckin it up
Keep dreamin
signs
These snitches like to talk right?
In stitches, no more gang signs
// no good guys, no bad guys
Just circumstances
That ain't right
So these clowns
another body (Body)
Fake boobs styrofoam body made you look
I get em on the low
Ain't talking De'lo
Drop that shit to the flo real low
Then you pick it
and falsely accuse him
After being murdered by Pilate how can it be
these same white Romans established Christianity
Constantine would later see the cross in
(It’s just not what you need man)
Let your words and deeds line up
Master the mind, young king man?, put
Your signs up, intelligent designs up!, plant
through this path
I can show you the sign to righteousness
Now i done got pussy off of my glory
It brung niggas round that aint for me
You got niggas with
Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew ain't quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these
(I'm good)
Stand in the trap, movin' bows like I'm luda' (bows)
Bald head the coupe, and I call it the buddha (buddha)
This a glock with a thirty
Presley committed suicide?
I don't
It's either kill or you be killed
Ten pints of blood per human, ain't no refills
One thing about us humans, nigga, we
(c'mon!)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
For
like bro bro
Eye don’t respond Silencio oh oh
Eye am a vessel of divine creator
One with the vines eye'm a generator
Picking up the signs guided by
stylish with it
If we take It to the streets they know I'm sliding with it
It's nothin less than corner so sign the brizzick
Drip real clean I just do
And we gone level up, let's go
God is real, give a care about the devil
Real King's kid I ain't trying to hear another
Yeah He got me covered faith walking
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And as of late it seems that everywhere I go surrounded by them three fours
I see all the signs
I was lost but now it's all aligned
This a job
the whip
Foot on the gas thats the digital dash
I swear one my goals it got snatched out my palm..
I had worked so damn hard why i ain't got no ass,
Now my
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
good, I hope to hear a capish
Yeah, we're on the south side
It ain't nothing but love
All I need is your trust without the wall between us
Aye
Yeah, I'm
cuz my pussy is so good
Wanna find me need a map for dat
Wanna sign me where da cash at
Wanna fuck wit me then be sucka free
And no it ain't no app for
one with true passion for rapping while you only care 'bout dollar signs
And I bust it like a chopper like the name of the gun they used in Columbine
find himself in the same barrel
Collect calls
Got me here with Christmas carols
Ain't nothing like the real bail boss
Save your ass when it's too late
you that it would
A great big wall has come between us
And I wouldn't even love you if I could
So don't think it ain't been fun cause it ain't
Don't
wide
Bitch
(Lord Infamous)
We love the M and we ain't tryin to leave it
For no nigga,nobody
(DJ Paul)
Staying real to it
Representin
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