Lyrics:
Let me take ya'll back man
Shout out to Cole
One day the pastor
He was talking to me
He called me Lil' Reverend
While I stood in a seat (yeah)
Oil
and the
Freezer facin' the gas stove
Put glass at the colleges
Makin' sure the gat close
Fresh box of soda, shake it
Makin' sure it ain't no clumps
Oil base ain't
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing
Although my
Oil tankers in the National Guard
I came to meet you, my car died in your yard
Why turn the key?
There's so much here to see
These are my memories
the reality behind it
Once upon a time, we were told that nationalization would prevent growth
by limiting competition,
that our countries were nothing
[Eggs]
I, I think it's by Sasha Universe or somethin'?
[Xain]
Oh mate, you got any Jakarta?
[Billy]
Oh mate, do you know Synth and Strings?
[Adam]
olive oils
Company Flow fuck please
Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines
Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my
their homes.
And we had Manson, Bundy, Gacy-son of Sam,
Macarena, Superman, chicken dance, running man,
Generation X and generation Y,
the anger bubble
These streets can bring mad danger and trouble
And I can do bad all by myself
Do me a favor - don't be concerned about my wealth
If
men
But raised by God
Raised by stars and all of heirs
Hips lips and kisses from the ancestors
If u accept me kink and all coconut oil
Nine curl cos I
right now
Peep how sanctions make countries into factions, so they go broke
Want war? it takes more doe, Oh - they stealing oil for growth
While dudes
global warming everywhere
Polar icecap melting television ratings
Earthquakes all around the world thousands missing hundreds dead
Japan has moved by
Camo troops with oil gallons on the backpack
Plot twist santa dropping up A big pack
9/11 was just " i don't wanna say that " Woooh
I'm not like any
then slide
Villains with pride no feelings just revealing a nine
Smile in ya face, then flip the script and stab a stick in ya spine
Slick with
a world of hate and greed, do your homework or you won't be needed
Stop asking questions they don't want to hear
Be quiet, 9 to 5 is what you gotta do
before he ever tied his shoes
Just a call away
Was never easy getting money, Penny Hardaway
Pissed by peions, police, and people
Know evil, ego they feed
breathless
Pieces don't leave you broken
Stressed and convalescent
Reckless patience tested
Invest in treasures
Respected and protected
By those connected
Tonight at six o'clock on channel nine
The Washington Redskins take to the line
And though by the thousands all the people protest
I can't help
the nine people killed
I can feel the ill will
Ill will intent
My family a resident
Reside on the side thirty minutes from demise
The thought is scary
When
the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that
Bitch I'm loyal to the soil
Grandma house smell like oil
Anointed By the greatest priest
Smell that chicken in the grease
The age of 9 I'm off
to the cause of man
Of man...
So name your price, I'll pay it fully
I'll lay all my diamonds down
These nine lives drip by so slowly
In my best days I drink
their pipe dreams gone
Sitting at the half-washed tables, flirting with the half-cute waitress with the tattooed arms
It's nine o'clock, and just an hour
count as loyalty just cuz you keep showin up
Hit the town wit it we got leverage and that's power
Copped a room right by the Lucas Oil fucked in
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