Lyrics:
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
Thursday
Please address me as highness
Murder tracks this is violence
Clean linens, fresh tags
Please refer to my stylist
Bling blang what the wrist do
I ate
Wassup
Ay
North side step in, hear my expression
The music so true I will live and die a legend
Lead by example if you a king in my presence
If you
shit worse
There's three types of niggas in this world, ya know?
So you either gon' make shit happen, watch shit happen
Or not know what happened
Nobody is here waiting for you
Nobody is here waiting for you
Dazed and confused by the rules nobody choosed
There are to many lions in this cage
Herein lies is the recipe for salvation of mankind
So he that eateth me, even he, shall live by me
In eucharistic ecstasy
I'm inebriated by the blood
Blooming like a flower
Empty feelings taken over
By a sense of self importance
Never thought that I'd be worth it
Three digits in the cockpit with
gets super pissed when I use the kitchen and don't do my dishes
This is music for any human who is or isn't superstitious
Whats a brush for whats a brush
from my flow
Made me vibe as I ride to the show
Got me hype like the life of a pro
Walk inside he excite all the hoes
Stand right by caught an eye with
niggas playin' games (Niggas playin')
She starin' at my chain
This bitch gon' let us run a train (Huh?)
We hustle all year, 2019, that's our year
(It is
out on the dock that night, the colour is red
23rd victim of a gangland war takes his last breath
Outside the sister cried, she said the whole world's
the world)
I wanna wake up from this dream
[Verse Three]
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah
it ain't no chrome
Bitch do a dance when she's singing this song
Don't hit my phone cuz you know it ain't on
3 5 in the back wood just so I can level
face is getting popular
Ha, what?
Someone chat shitina
No disrespect an your dress is my tickina
Raise up the deadina
Worship the devil
Red is my best
Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my surrender, like Aerosmith
You can Dream On, 2020
grim
The grim reaper?
Look like this shit dependent
It dependant on perspective
You can't arrest me
Triple 3 I keep see
Look like my God's here
And He
Peace By peace
Day-by-day
Swear they took my life away
Clouded mind it all is grey
I want this shit to go away
Minded carcass all decayed
Let them
red lights ain't no stopping
Seem like every month a rapper getting murked
They saying Black Lives Mattered our people in the dirt
Niggas tripping yea
so hard so I'd live free, live free
Locked in my room, don't miss me, miss me
Do next week's work this week, this week
Hopped on my bike, it was
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I
wanna say that's the right idea
And if blue is colour
I need to fly away from here
Then dress me up with the shoes to match
I got a hookup with a dream
My bed is cold I’m still alone
You make me feel right but all I do is wrong
Ticking time bomb I’m disaster prone
I think I’m gon live and die by
matches loafers it's lookin' crazy
Dutches pumped up, plus I live in Macy's
This is Theodore, they call me Starkalicious
Cause my tongue game, is
point
You and me, we ain't the same, that's the point
You know it is
I'm Orchestrating every lane at the point
I ain't trying to win this game by a POINT
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