Lyrics:
Ch-chop chopped screwed, outchea act a fool
It's got me wondering what's next, baby
When this life is through
I was born in H Town, starched down way back
the Qu'ran
And the Bible was written what is religion?
God's words or a curse like crack?
Shai tan's way of gettin' us back
Or just another one of my Black
Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era
A n****'s too real, now see s*** too clear
See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt
(What
the white house like it's my house
Taxpayer mothafucka, yeah this is my couch
What the problem is, homie? The bills paid
Green grass, shooters out front,
So how much is this gonna run me? You know?
How much are tattoos usually?
It doesn't so much hurt that you can feel something
It varies from
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
As almost she's got the heaven
Baby, you're a perfect
to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently
Have summer charm in the biggest, blackest
Statues global
But you can catch me in the streets
Poetry is what I write
Novel killing in the beat
Green
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
Albert Pujols
Everybody wanna hear me talk that
Money like Phil Rizzuto
But my mind is on Pluto
Bills that I do fold, I now invest on
Trying to find some
these niggas actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin on, holla!)
Tell me what to do, these
to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently
the first words too
Just kiddin, gonna be a one man girl, spend a lotta me wearin
Best to care, best about what money can buy, is what I be wearin
Rip these
Heaven
Heaven must of sent you
Heaven Heaven Heaven
No matter what your going through just remember that God is in control AMEN
No matter what your going
CARS NO CHAMPAGNE DINNER WITH CAVIAR
WHAT WE GOT IS HEAVEN SENT 11 ON THE SCALE OF 1 TO 10
PURE GOLD AND SILVER AND DIAMOND RINGS WITHOUT YOU HERE THEY
on them hunnids, no they can't fuck my groove
Annie are you okay? Are you okay? I'm smooth
Just because I'm a player don't mean I play by the rules
Tell
I been on that mfin bill
Tryna get a mf deal
Tell me what's the deal
How you feel
Ion even know if it's real
Try to keep it 100 on the real
100
Notre Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal
'bout the incident, it's crazy how he just got faded (it's fucked up)
But it's better places, G's call it heaven's Matrix
Pray the Lord open up, they
at the Apollo
Probably be watching Bill Cosby tomorrow
Then after that get into it, I mean intimate
Every word is an instrument
Making sounds and tones
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
What you need to do is let a nigga get behind that
I'm find that spot for you, make it drip
Once it get wet enough for me, I'm let it rip
Now
All ready plotting on how to Control the narrative
Applying pressure by any means
That's just imperative
OOOUUU, this beat is nasty
Arkitek send me
felt tunes
Four by four my whip man this shit is so taboo
So tell me
Can you feel it
The tension in the air as I'm waiting for healing
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