Lyrics:
Though obviously not enchanted
By the people themselves
I so enjoy painting
They are of course outrageously cartoonish
In all aspects because
a dub toy
I ain't give her that attention
She gon' look for it
Niggas fakin', I don't care
Couldn't get a hook from me
What I say 'bout all these
and go see the island?
I'm sure he'll send for you when he's ready
Well, excuse me, miss, would you mind?
Heaven help me, could it be?
No, it
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
Far from Nickelodeon no shit no joke
Southern Cali up North see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun
Report it stolen
Plead the 5th
a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out,
I'm poundin' ya down until your eyeballs pop out,
I'm not your ordinary player,
Because you'll leave in
I'm sayin'?
You got to do that shit, keepin' it real nigga or what?
Keepin' it real!
How old are you nigga?
I'm eleven
'Cause all I see is,
Far from Nickelodeon no shit no joke
Southern Cali up North see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun
Report it stolen
Plead the 5th
"more, more, more"
More, more, more
He lives in his own heaven
We can get it on, get it on, 24/7 yeah
We up all night, heaven
And just as long, just
get a rude awakening, BK bomber got 'em shakin'
Def Squad, no fakin'
It's Erick Sermon and me (yeah)
Niggas, fix ya face 'fore I fucks it up
Yeah these are my words to my firstborn
You know what time it is, these are
My words to my firstborn
Nothin' left to hear
Now, can you picture
Young
and you hit a lick
My loyalty run so deep, I split it with the gang
I done been crossed by niggas I love, I heard the same shit happened to Christ
I done
a force)
(Metaphysically in the state of euphoria)
Behold, I am the one
(You are the one)
[Killah Priest]
Within dark heavens, hands open up books
Billion
Cromartie interceptions. (hahaha)
Knock knock at door/ “what ya’ll knocking for?”/ “Um excuse me, it’s your neighbour from the 7th floor”,
We can feel
started it blow by blow
Now it's a dancehall rockin' like'a Cuban mojo
So bring ya go-go's and your special friends
I've never been diving but I get
if ya gona act more loose than ou usually are,
Everthing's alright 'cause we get down like that.
Now music is the key to make your body rock,
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
you know that you couldnt fade it black
'Cause my rap's like gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid Rock
weight
Put me in the ring, even Ivie know I'm heavy, wait
God told ya'll he was chilling on the 7th day
Really he was busy bumping everything from Heather
frustrated I would write
Scotty said it's tight
Scotty was my right hand man from the jump
Leave at lunch
Skippin' 5th 6th and 7th to record
Piece of junk old
and probably Editing a video
7th period It was uploaded by sun down i was in the Yo.
2020 they was mad dog. Shoot was finished. It was mid night.
4 drops in
creepin on us
Keepin notice of my flesh better speak when spoken
Godly glossolalia real no fakin bruh
It's so divine you can find in Acts 2 the 4th line
I
And put six through your hats, a seven 3/8's (come on)
Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you shook night
I put my knife in ya wind pipe and breeze
time to lose
Never know now, just don't never know, no
Well it's been heaven but even the rainbows will end
Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is
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