Lyrics:
or believe it or not
I shoot gift like Heroin with skills of Gil-Scott
Nights like Sir Lancelot can get heated
Prescribin' your vibe, love, I know how
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
Braces! When do we want em? Not now
Screwed up the last show so I carjacked Doc Brown
Heard their kingpin raps, and then flatulent stock sounds
They once
stay fit yeah
Holy Shit (Shit)
Scott bezel all on my wrist (Scott Bezel)
Mac all over my cheese (Cheeee)
I be feeling obese yeah
I want my piece
And Keith Scott
Know what I can't do this
Stand up say Their Names
Know Their Names
THEY SHOULD BE HEARD!
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
Some things change your whole perception
Of life
I want an IRA, a house and a wife
I know my lyrics can be as dark as
Wesley Snipes
Ants in a line,
Some things change your Whole perception
Of life
I want an IRA a house And a wife
I know my lyrics can be as Dark as
Wesley Snipes
Ants in a line no
look at this! I got it right over her
Ere! see it? my big, brown, briefcase! my briefcase! it's big, harry! it's full of business papers...from my
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
I met Jesus in the parking lot of Chick-Fil-A
Didn't know he was a gardener, for the rich in Santa Fe
And the things he said they struck me just like
side
Always see them demons so I had to duck and jive
Gave my life to Jesus and I got eternal life
This is Johnny rockets man this not Travis Scott
He
the mother fuckin kitchen, nigga
Got me staring at that water like I'm fishing, nigga!
Never know about me, I pull a bass out
Drop a 250 in and pull a half
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
brown eyes, I just fall in love again
Who knows what I'd do if I never stumbled upon u
Let's fall into this perfect southern day
her fix in
Him and I would do the mixin' way up on old Ozwood Place
My soft brown hair glowing in God's pure white light
Fantasies came true by
cuz we need it
We been hated for reason
Same way they did Jesus
They kill us and play victim
I’m sick of this racism
That marching and protesting it
and accosted the rich
So which one do you want to be?
Who is this that you follow?
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by
Oh happy day, that unmistakable brown plumage
As accented by a snow white head and tail
I've seen the holy spirit
When I was young their
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
I got around my old sin
Man, I don’t know why
Let the story of Pookie
Be a lesson for us
Put the confidence in Christ
In the flesh never trust
Don’t
into a rage
Cos it was black and curly
While hers were straight and beige
I called her a slag and I wasted no time
Cos my pubes are brown and wavy
So I
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
ya
Your Jesus Josephus Flavius
I’m preaching, no tithes or offerings
Please don’t shoot, I’m just the messenger
Bringing you truth from hidden
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