Lyrics:
She didn't want me then but now I'm feeling on her melons
Cuz she know a nigga getting money by the second
Now I'm on a path to go way up
And I'm gon
This hotel room
Is getting smaller by the second
Loving me is terrifying
And maybe we can rectify it?
We don't stay angry for long
It's been a day
the sun
Stop calling me son
Cause I ain't the one
If it don't kill you it's just part of the fun
Yeah
This exactly how it's supposed to be
Hail Mary seven
MEK
A SOH DI TRIGGER EZY FI SELECT (REPEAT ×2
(FIRST VERSE)
DRIVE BY BOOMA DEM READY (1)
ANY OPPS WHERE ME BUK UP PON DEAD WE AGOH DEAD E (2)
TALK
chance
Just like a sniper
Yeah this life will pass by ya
Then you die a fire that went out 'fore it could go aspire
To be higher than the highest of skies
your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust
light
Crossing down to 7th, alone not by her side
I've given up my time, but I can see it in her eyes
There's lies to be uncovered, with desire on my mind
if my brother tries
Category fives...six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh
tries
Category fives, six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh hour, I'll never see
If you’re not bothered by genocide but your bothered by the three fucks in this song I promise we don’t get along don’t ask me to play
Heard
are just pixels
And DNA's coding that's activated by light and then crystallizes within you
64 codons
Six plus four like the bits in my tendo I play
Into darkened visions
My past still haunting me
The seven witches are calling
Why don't they set me free
The hour approaches midnight, heed
the call
heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and Stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next
Y'all is dead weight, less great, always getting second place
I tend to race ahead of pace, dipping while I'm dressed in Bape
Then they chase,
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
know
If you feel it, too, just like I do
I hit the block non stop, rocks in my sock
Pause for a second when I see the cops
Rocks or candy, whatever
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
Watch
four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight
A hundred and twenty eight divided by three
Let me pause for reflection for a second
But
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards
me
And in seven seconds, a new nebula rose
To the twilight of time, in his infernal pillar
The scarabaeus, spread life by evil
Khopirron emblem
for him
Hops in the seven
He gets six figures
When he gets off at five
I'm what he's hungry for
Three little letters and I'm in the mood (in
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
Yo, hah yo, rah, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by
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