Lyrics:
I had a rose
Or somethin' to give to the girls
I'm all by myself and I wish that
Someone else would come and fix that
I hope to meet you in a year
deeper
You're out of your depth
Looks like you're dead by daylight:
Aelios, Cred.
I gotta put on my ruthless
If I'mma gonna do this
Burn, drown the hubris
child
No, I can't slow down, no (no, I can't slow down)
Yeah, we the leader, they just follow
Came in on some pop my collar, talk a lot of shit
I'm
the cross roads
Meet me down by the cross road
Tell them Like this
Yeah yeah yeah
Yo
Down by the river where John did wash our sins away
I'm on my knees
the love that they've given to me
I will not abuse it nor will I lead them astray
You see I love 'em like children, that I see everyday
And I pray, no, we
say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist,
Everybody, I say it goes like this
link me, meet me at the telly (Shit, pull up)
Next evening, I'm in Cleveland, got a hoe in Bedford (Skrrt)
Bad Boy, on God, like I'm Mason Betha (On God)
the keystone
Holding the arch together
Wedged brinks cut to fit
Beautiful architecture
No need to push the beam
Because we all get measured
Survey the scene
By
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
couple weeks (Ill be back in couple weeks my lord)
Making sure we eat (Making sure we eat)
Tryna chop by any means
Chop by any means
Light work in the dark
that I am no human but a God of some
Sort i know that everything
Will fall right into my laps
One day i'm just writing
This book because I feel like I
And I'm gonna miss all my partnas
And I'm gonna miss all my partnas
Till we meet up again
This one for the dubb sack
This one for the man called sarge
with the name of Lil
A bunch of lame-ass rappers who can't pay a bill
A bunch of wanna-be gangstas poppin' pills, so chill
This ain't no Sia, we ain't
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
problem, cause and solution. Free your mind. It's like, we all think that the gospel is join and church building, and that's deception, you know. The real
i make hits sh# quake
Cant stop run it up split breaks
World beaters never flake
Forty and the nine get to sprayin like we from the twin lakes
Turn
Bought by a town
Bought by a country
It's time my man Jamal to come
Meet Mr. Malkski
They set em up the riddim
Sit down, me Billy boy
A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
you're facin'
Prosecution set it with your opening statement
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family
you meet
If competing is what
You seek Whether the beat or lyre strings
We are leviathans that speak sagas of
This great species of hirelings
Posing
your breath
The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication
You can see this occupation (The winner)
Eh, you know we
Not tryin' to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad
We're bein' sucked up into the black hole
Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll
Unfold the scrolls
enemy tryna stop me but I don't stand a chance
If I can't identify 'em properly
Illuminati as we know it started in Bavaria
Years before it landed
not a mason, I stayed ten toes
Honcho so amazing, he ain't sell his soul
They copy the swag, so I switch my flow
I took my chain out the freezer this
niggas steady clocking and watching like they with OVO
Bumping music in the apartments when we was smoking dope
Off the 42 I fuck two hoes that's
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