Lyrics:
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I feel
on a ceiling, chasing
Dreams, hoping this conglomerate can
Run the nation
It's abomination how we bomb yo' block
I'm talking Big Punch, K-Dub, Baby Slip Billy
Bad
skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name? Birdman Junior,
And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody
I can deal with the bad nights
When I'm with my baby, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Watch it!
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
Friend is the side
She not into girls
See by the end of the night
See it in her eyes reading her mind
Blowing her back receiving the pipe
Bring your friend
goat
Most y'all don't play right
Got blown by a fat pipe
All my Nikkurs they stay right
Fuck the freedom or just get piped
Sex was good I just switched
always late for the bus
Just once can I be on time
Then I start to think what's the rush
Who wants to be on time
Feeling unlucky and if I ever got lucky it
They'll have their:
Shiv? check.
Pipe? check.
Hammer? check.
Axe? check.
Subject? check.
Location? check.
Desire? check.
Vengeance? check.
Hold
Life spent with lips on glass
Another hit, just one more blast
How long can you make it last?
Hit the pipe and vaporize
Feel the rush, so
on speaker again
I can't
Pick up that phone right now
I can't be alone right now
They keep telling me to pipe down
But I cannot, I cannot
I can't
Pick up that
[Intro]
My nigga you can do it too (turn me up, turn me up)
You can do it too
My nigga you can do it too
You can do it too
You can do it too (Just
the music just for you
So you can do the extra crazy Biz Mark dance too
Or even do the dance made up by yourself
As long as you're in good phy-sical health
stand up tall
Babies making babies, full of china white
Cracking down a dark street, they can't even see no light
Living for a pipe dream smoking out
And the sunlight streaming
And the natives steaming
I like the island Manhattan (I know you do)
Smoke on your pipe and put that in
I like to be in America
outside, what they singin' for? (At all)
Lil Uzi Vert, yes, I was right outside by the corner store (uh-uh)
Fuck the bitch, vámonos (bye bye), yeah
Told
And the sunlight streaming
And the natives steaming
I like the island Manhattan (I know you do)
Smoke on your pipe and put that in
I like to be in America
post up turn off your phone
Take a hit get in the zone
Let me ease your pain
Pipe games insane
Yeah
By the sound alone you wet
Bout to sex you up real
Nevers
You seem to be the kill joy
So get your ass in fat boy
You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster
With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master
Back on the grind, Molotov bottles and pipe bombs
There's war on the streets like Vietnam
Bodies is flung, enemies hung, capos is killed
Kidnap
a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a blummer or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet
Can I slap a fat ass with
hollering ghetto
Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
Ain't shit that we can do but
[Ghostface Killah]
God's woman, what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation
stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin'
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit
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