Lyrics:
the act
Back to back
First class music
Yo deadass
No jack
Sandler my fashion guru
Who knew the shoe fit and look good too
They hating on your boy
the One Lord. He alone is said to be the Lord's slave.
clhu alakh na jaaee lakhiaa gur gur dheenaa meethaa
The Lord is Unseen; He cannot be seen. The Guru
to a baby and their IQ will jump by a hundred points
Give it to your grandma and she'll live to be ninety-nine
And it will only cost and arm and a leg in
Several eyewitnesses
Say they missed it
How could they all be so oblivious
That is the one thing that stays consistent
IQ on par with an infant
I'm
and jump to your IQ
Your mind is an old tennis shoe
Get wrecked then checked
You just crying
I'm undying
Take a seat just listen to the beat
Your cock looks
[Zion I]
Dear Lord you show me the best of times
You show me the worst of time
Confusion all over my mind but still I be bustin' rhymes
And I
huh
You calling shots you B.I.G
Okay don't say nun
Talking on the net you called me pussy boy you lied
Keep the glock tucked by hip we move in silence
as You're keepin me nourished, You are my sustenance,
In the blood of Jesus, I'm covered under the covenant.
I will stop the world to be alone
With the One
former versions.
Mind, body and soul I nurture.
My day-ones, I never left you.
I'm an only-child but got a hundred nephews.
To my fam even not by blood.
ct
I know- I SAW IT)
I won't dare be enslaved
By my own brain
Paint that shit gold
Paint that shit gold with your fingertip
Paint that shit gold
You
to pass up the chance to take a jab at the Champ
I think not
You don't wanna stress this guy, my rap IQ test out bout a 3.9
I throw punches that can fly
Woo
That's how you live
This the Dunk Life
Meet me at the rim
This the
This the way I live
Dunk Life
You can tell by the way that I walk
I'm making
lessons trying to earn my tools.
Nobody wants to be Tay K
Stuck in a jailhouse for being the hardest youngest gangsta shorter than Mighty Mouse.
Posing
yeah)
I whip the new electric mercedes
The average 9 year old earn more then me
By sitting motherfuking babies
People saying my Songs are trash
I tell
Dronachila mountain
has the power to cure Lakshmana
The herb glows only in night,
and therefore has be brought before day dawns.
My Lord this is not
[Defari]
I got the funky feel like be Real
I put "all in your head up" [B Real] wit the pure raw skill
Franklins are my favorite
you probably don't understand
With a lower IQ, a weak brain, my man
So listen up and go on back to school
Fool, you ain't Jack
Yeah, that's comin' live
are available
Many conquer and rule
Others are devoured by it
and choose the noose like fools
True trauma only bring success or death
Unless
Your unlike
I'm kicking back to like 2016
I was under attack face consumed by acne, yeah
Kids would say I'd be the next school shooter
Nowadays I'm saving lives
F.A.I.L that's spell fail
You have no iQ I have some for sale
Worry about me my check is in the mail
No sympathy for stupidity
No empathy for Idiocracy
to squeeze em by the throat
Can't defeat em, but don't wanna be them, don't like the role
Rub your face in the mess you made, a disgrace
I'ma educate ya today
Picture me rolling nigga
KB
You should know that by now
Shout out Pac on this one
A legend in my eyes
Picture me rolling with my gold watch
Picture
what you don't have so far neither one's happened
But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
That
what you don't have so far neither one's happened
But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
That
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