Lyrics:
My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I
Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya
concealment
All along the lonesome plain.
Your beauty so enticed me,
I could not pass it by,
So it's with my gun I'll guard you
All
concealment
All along the lonesome plain.
Your beauty so enticed me,
I could not pass it by,
So it's with my gun I'll guard you
All
concealment
All along the lonesome plain.
Your beauty so enticed me,
I could not pass it by,
So it's with my gun I'll guard you
All
Shouldn't drive but I should really go home
I don't even know 'em but they won't leave here
Frightened by my own reflection
Desperate for a new
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Lay your head on my chest so you hear every beat of my heart
Now there's nothing at all that can keep us apart
Touch my lips, close your eyes
You can't tell me nothing
Still ain't really got no money fucking right
I'm all about that real, about that real
This ain't no motion picture
I tell
won't pick me up
The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars
The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing
Meaningless
Is this all there is
A flicker of life in a black forever?
Shine a light on the bowels of heaven
Dark futures howl in her grip
If I stand all alone
Will the shadow hide the colors of my heart?
Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears
The stars in the sky
Don't mean
In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers
In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers
In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers were
wear blue, I where black, nothing but black
'Cause goddamn it's a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
On the trigga,
intervening
With the sound of my money machining
My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running
Y'all
Carrying those fears around, worry makes the world go round
You're twisted up like a slipknot
Tied by a juicehead who just took his t-shot, and I know
you, when that new world come for you
Revolution is never the solution
Prostitution, drug distribution
War contribution, all for the love
don't use your brain
That's one plane, negative subtraction, but still a balance
If dyslexic then play this shit backwards
Uh, the black lip captain
N**** you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat
We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole
Lay your head on my chest
(Ooh)
So you hear every beat of my heart
(Ooh)
Now there's nothing at all
(Ooh)
That can keep us apart
(Ooh)
Lay your head on my chest so you hear every beat of my heart
Now there's nothing at all that can keep us apart
Touch my lips, close your eyes
intervening
With the sound of my money machining
My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running
Y'all
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