Lyrics:
liar!
Get in yo lake of fire!
Now say the magic word and I’ll fetch your funeral pyre
Wearing a suit made out of dollar bills
Your plastic crown, it
They call me Rapikon and you know how it is
Introducing… Khimo
Bra… huh
Say… Tell em
Ain’t here to play
Ain’t here to claim
Who is the first
Who
Yo, turn it up a little so you (Focus)
Yeah
Homeboy I ain't never gon' let em take me under
I maintain with a mindframe to bring the rain
Yo, turn it up a little so you (Focus)
Yeah
Homeboy I ain't never gon' let em take me under
I maintain with a mindframe to bring the rain
they mad slow this fast forward
Thinking [???] we skipping pass those
Theatrical fiascoes in your whack show
I'm baffled by the skill you niggas lack
Woadie
Yo bitch, welcome to this, uh, White Flame
You feel me?
Money over there, money over here
You feel me? But like I said we don't even
Need
(Uh)
Let em hear it
Yo
I do not want
To see you with someone else
Momma always told me
Focus on you no one else
We've grown apart
Due to lack
Yo, why you got to talk so loud
Go Cheney yourself
She's a spook Scooter, leak it, c'mon boy, make me proud
Go Cheney yourself
If you will, and I do,
baseless
Its a concrete jungle and I brought my squad
We so automatic don't got time to talk
I'ma yautja let me browse through da fog
My beam goin triple
splash on that ass like the Navy
Wavy Slimy
Classic like the 20s
Tiptoe with a Philly cuz it's on
Hot!
Which means more oil for the porn
In a dirty
We ain't talked in days
I'm still tripping over you
Mentally caught in a cage
Of paranoia and the truth
You got me listening to Abel
Wondering should
Oooh
Yeah
Ooh
Yo
Wi nuh play no phone games it’ll get you jack up
Think my hater up to something so I be strapped up
Put my head down for a year
And the things you been through/
I know you feeling all alone/
But I can help you get through/
The type of choices that we choose/
It don’t define our worth/
It
surrender
I’m not special but I got good flow, on the round they don’t know
How to hit in this world, some don’t see let them know
That we’re under control,
Ayo what's good
It's your boy Busta rhymes
General of the conglomerate movement
Live and direct
We getting ready to pop off
Let's get to this heat
of green told me buy it I said how
Why? You wanna die?
When T got knocked by the feds I ain't even wanna cry (Like)
My mama done told me "always tell
Ugh, yo, listen
I want it all except for doubts
Defying gravity
Pulling gangstas
NASA had to tell me
Ray chill out
He carry a cannon
Are you sure you
It so much ice on my wrist, bitch, you can't match this rollie
Fucked this white, bitch, but she'll be gone by the morning
Take her soul, now she
Clouded by some people around me who wanna borrow
It's fucked cause I borrow too, I don't wanna bother you
Gotta keep the circle moving, we need food like
Only thing I ever got for free was an ass whooping
Had to be the man for my moms cuz I knew that my dad couldn't
But I even mad granny raised
world cuz when i See yo eyes
I can see a million tales
Never lose hope cuz hope got ahold of you
Remember why you live
Christ the King is a part of you
Social distance got me fucked up
I think it's time for a closeup
Maybe even sneaky link up
Maybe we just need to link up
Ft Ant doin it
Sending
I blow with the force of Santa Anna
Stand in awe of the windfall
This man’ll fold manna
Men’ll eat to famine and then speak with candor
Chill Fam we
provoked
Turn off yo location baby he ain't gotta know
Gender switch roles cuz her nigga got expose
Why I keep attracting these relationship hoes
Go back it
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