Lyrics:
compete
Cause im the sun im the son of the Sun
They don't want me to ever shine like one
And I started civilization
Try to hide the fact that I am a mason
straight headshots you know
How I rock nigga
Fuck you don't call my phone I
Ain't friendly fuck ass nigga)
We got thirties on the clip
Thuggish bag
trillionaire
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I
myself and I
The other eight of me and mic
Who's aiding me in life?
Not a motherfuckin one
Abandoned by my father
Like my father by his son
I'm coming
I am very influenced by celebrities
I want hair like Jim Morrison
And you can talk about suffering to me
I can only feel happiness
Teach me how
As I dip through the ghetto with
Metal rings and coke gets peddled
The sun gon' shine 'em all
After the smoke settles
My mom's blood levels is high
Her
as we march towards the other side...
Legions of the black light
chosen sons of snakes
a burning wrath reveals the black sun
legions of the black light
(yeah)
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants,
Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by
will spill
Blood will spill
With swords made of gold and steel
The closer you fly to the burning sun
The stronger you fall
Fall!
The blood in my
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
It's just me vs. me, I'm my own competition
I'm a son of the sun, burning all opposition
I'm not trying to get your vote, I ain't no politician
Fuck
a flash
Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that mask
I even went by the book at first
Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst
So I
Jim Bowie was my Daddy
RIP Son of Clidal Hackley
University Hospital born
And where the doctor 1st smacked me
Ah aint that some shit
Im From Duval so I
burning,
Blue like a sapphire, keep the waves turning,
Whip it like a hurricane, emerald in sky,
Green, green, green by, fly by,
Dropping down from the sky,
hands.”
“Son”, he says, looking in his eyes,
“Ruth hit balls so far in the sky,
Men were blinded by the sun,
The ump would yell,
‘cnother home run!'
burning and shining
Always heading to the way up ain't no declining
Cause my star is up there mehn and its shining
Y'all looking for me you just follow
one
Ill blow up all the suns
I am the chosen one
A god I will become
I am the chosen one
You all are all my sons
I am the chosen one
Ill Drop
cheese
See how this shit be turning into Tom and Jerry
You were written in a show hosted by me like Truman Jim Carrey
When I put the lights on you you
to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
Who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
Couldn't hear 'em with bars
I'm the concrete jungle gym
Shinin' through this wildlife, Jungle Jim
Named my Glock 19-COVID
Got y'all up on punishment
Certain
the storm could raise the seedling
Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful
Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence
Back in
to the track with a new-found fin
the bottom of the stack by the teller Jim
A cookie jar tale with a single fin
He's thieving tonight his pockets burning
Down
The ocean steals my heart in waves
Through the rocks down by the caves
The water trickles down, Down my spine
From the grape into the vine
Clouds are
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