Lyrics:
the backdoor
Just by being there with you I felt like I had won all the wars
And then you said, "Remember December?
We met at San Rocco during the fair
All
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
a waste of time, they're only gonna fail
Their older brother went to jail, why ain't they gonna?
I mean the hang with thugs, they sell drugs
Ain't afraid
They asked who I am I responded puppet master
Got more flows sicker than natural disasters
Stepping over them land mines sprinkled all over pastures
I'm here at Moda Street
At least I'm loved by the noise in this city
But it's not for me it's not you
I'm a better woman today for you
And if you met me
Shock realignment, the way I be kickin' that lingo
Meditation, I'm in the oven now, I'm unlike regular people
I makes a lot then I sell a lot,
a water in a can
Questions learn to ask
Won’t make you less of a man
Answers be 90 degree angles
K.I with the handles
Woods will be masters
It will be
out
Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out
Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your ass
Gassed you up then slap you with my staff
I seen your
your hands up in the air
Then I steer the 600 and
Flex through your hood
I get your money or girl, I take your car
Then I'm good
Call me the rap killer,
Over sex, she barely got raped by 18
Already had two abortions and blamed the ecst'
When the doc said it might be a cause of death
Then she popped
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
And you'd be glad to help me
You'd give me "Kindness"
Not just in a Health Bar
You have a huge heart
Yes, by far
And I'm so glad I met you all
I didn't
the master run
Watch them devil try to get away then clap his back with the shotgun
I got one, let's cut his head off
Let's take it to Harriet Tubman,
clothes
Hey brother
We finna blow better take cover
You love yo hoe then take care of her
Cus if you don't me and my brother gon
I'm wit my twin
So you
blog writers, then it was the playlists
Then it was the influencers bought out by the majors
I'm fine with flyin' under radars, gettin' faded
Laughing
high, rolling by, when Gunn die
He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky
Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
This one
contraband
And if he gets caught, fuck em, I ain’t ever met the man
I done came in this bitch with a couple grand
My kids expensive, break the sperm bank by 6
brother
Divide them too
Then divide by two until they're
Half-nothing
Feeling incomplete, always bragging That they have something
As they dream
Gathering around their master′s body
Slaves are filled with disbelief
One by one starting to devour
Chaos overtaking them
The brothers know they have
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
Greetings Gods and Goddesses
I go by the monicker of F1b0nacc1 the Fountainhead
And I'll be your worldwide anthropological tour guide this evening
know me by now, you'll probably never know me
The only one, the one and only, go ahead and quote me
My testimony is being master of ceremonies
Never
set by the practicing masters
Of the spectactular arts in paradise
As I strolled aimlessly edges of sacrement one day
I wasn't looking and died by
Master?||Unimaginable awful blast on the face of this earth||Then you've got that right|I'm the tow truck|Of the soul land|I can get around you, I get you hyper|So
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