Lyrics:
the addicts in is where the attics at where their kids not
Is what the bitch thought mixed thoughts with the black shot
Little red dots head rots till their
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
tiger's masque
And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
You mind not saying
He'll hang that heart's black and dull as the night
Still being cried
I'm a big stepper, when I hit I never miss
Now that's a homerun, when I see these niggas pissed
I suggest you mind your business
If it's not black owned
through lifelong seclusion
Driven by an unnatural force
Drawn to this vault
Declivity where the light reaches not
Enigmatic crypt of my bloodline
and the lips of temptation, just tricks, not for playing?
Mercy - are you the camera suck, gun slut to headphone fuck holes in my being
Mercy - are you
what's a fang
To a sting
When u bee keepin medicine
I'm not the hive
But I speak for my 5
Guys
When I see beef come to Edison
You wanna bring a problem
scream, when I
Kiss her lips
But not the ones for speech
She ask me trick or treat
I know she taste so sweet, so my
Interest's peaked
Like what trick
your back, call em'
Problems resolve them, there not that important
The last one standing, you the first one leaving
The first one bleeding, now who
can’t handle it
They tell us we’re ugly
They tell us we should be ashamed
But we escaped their grasp
Didn’t wait and ask
We’re not afraid
When you got it
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people get a soul
Ony those in love would know
What a town
the country
Where it's not gon be no problems
Cause i just dont want no issues
So i been trying not to miss u
cll those damn lies they came from your lips
So i
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
And my rhymes get colder
With the wisdom I supply
They stay surprised I’m not older
And I can’t blame them for that
No I can’t blame them for that
I
the judge
Man I'm jumping off subject lets get back to presenting proof
What about the 9 black Christians that was killed by Dylan Roof
They were praying in
Raw backwards on all you rappers
What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm
brain
Cupboard to the left
Top shelf
By the beans
& the black hole in my dreams
I don't come home
To not be given the space
To wear my own face
‘Cos I
Luscious bitch, she is true
But it's not nice to fool Mother Nature
The proud mother of God, like all hoes
Is, is jealous of her own shadow
Who is
not erase
Praise her nails and her ears kiss her lips
Teach her fears in the mind keep it strong stay divine
Through the times when the bitches and hoes
myself, dressed in all black
I'll just party by myself
A love like poison, makes it that much sweeter
The angel in my bed is not the demon in my bed
born
My father I barely knew when he took me by the hand and told me
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Then he kicked away the chair
Black blue
moving
Moving mile by mile
Now I'm spinning
Off the curve of your smile
Loan me your lips at peak interest
Your right, my claim by the bite of my bid
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