Lyrics:
to impose
My eyes like cameras I make that pussy pose whoa
Open up them heaven doors you was tryna stop me now that's instant karma for ya soul
Before we go deeper
Let us all say a prayer
On our way back from Heaven
You know you're from down there
Isn't it clear for you?
Deeper we go
Golden Pharaoh
Not too much in the street cuz the road is narrow
And i hit all my targets like bow and arrows
You'll get jacked like sparrow
By my
bitch real bougie, but she slidin' with a rash
Got cash in the back and I'm really out your Back
Got a crown on my head, so a bitch call me Your majesty
on a Cartie that's nothing surrounded by killers and trappers
Smoking on opps in the back of the functions gone beat to the cadence of sound of my Trumpet
of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for those depicted
to heaven even I got caught slipping
That burner to my face was adjacent
I got complacent
Hit or miss
Activate my nigganess
I sprinted quick
Remember
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
I did it baby/Yeah I did from the muscle
Lord knows/Cold World/I confess my sins
Knockin on Heavens Door/Please let me in
This is for struggle/This
done is coming back to me
Through crimson eyes that never sleep
I see the downpour start to fall
My thoughts are running deep
Every door is bolted in
I can tell by the way that you peepin me
That you having some thoughts about freakin me
But if you walk up and just speak to me
And tell me what you
Police at my door
Best Believe my camera spotted em
Bitch across the street
Get a fee if she acknowledge em
No witnesses i boughted em
They flip they get
bad its bad for me
Without cameras my memory gone in a flash surely
Ain't that some shit
I gotta sit and look at pictures to remember that my fuckin'
blow 'em open
This time around
I changed up my flow
Got rid of the rocks
Got Pitts by the door
A real set of peoples to watch my back
Stay away
You thank it's over but it ain't
cause I can't get caught by authority
the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it's me
reached for
sit and think
Damn that's vicious
How you ripped with your camera phone glitches
Bitches I was turning down be back on my hitlist
A witness
Wetter than
Welcome back on watch your step as you board, we just
Vacuumed up some weed crumbs left on the floor, see one
Thing about this plane we drop nuggets
And my peoples sit around, cops split that
High potent white kit kats, we sell up in the hood
Going door to door, every floor, every get back
My gangsta
the Porsche trailed 'em (hol' on, follow 'em, follow 'em)
We was two cars back (uh-huh)
They went through the light then pulled over by a buildin' (slow down)
He was thinking back when he was a kid
His folks were divorced
His old man high on something
Came knocking at the door
His mama wouldn't talk
pep talks
That's my verbiage i'd be there by now
But my journey been discourteous
So I still march like February 30th (oh shit)
But the red doors pepper
Illuminati or whatever the fuck they go by
They the reason why the world so dry
I'm just a nigga tryna live my life
Everyday staying away from the tip
to remember me
Hold me gently as you fall asleep
Even if you believe that there's nothing more
I feel heaven knocking at our door
Eleanor, evermore
I pray to god I get through tsa
Once it touch down a couple bands on the way
Had to put a camera up inside the safe
Bitch I pay in full YOU on lay
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