Lyrics:
THESE CADILLACS UNTIL THE CHOIR CALLING
IN THE SOUTH CUZ OUT IN HOLLYWOOD IT'S PLASTIC
AND WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE
BURY ME NOT IN A CASKET BUT THE SEATS OF MY
and giving hand outs
If you down, then it ain't my fault
Do it 'til niggas can't breathe
Y'all should be hip to the sauce by now
Moving 'til I'm pulling
then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez
Call my gang Mike Pence (Mike)
All my bitches up on crack
It’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make
to the Starr
Hold ya glock steady
Word to Rocksteady
Betta get ya blocks ready
[Chorus]
Who sleepin on the crow
Creepin on the low
T-O-N to the why
the 100s, I can't see her
Oh that's your bitch, you can keep her
Blinded by the 100s, I can't see her
Are you cuffing? Am I cursing?
Why you look like that I
Nigga, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all niggas on the rope, got your ho on da scope
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga
by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money,
venenos, enmascarados
Y arriba, los rudos, los rudos vergudos
They smoke dick like they hitting a bong
I walk my bitches, grabbed them by their thong
Ass so
this fo' radio/
Yet they wanna play it tho/
Could it be the ill beat flow?/
Blowing up ya stereo/
Misfits stars o' the show/
Maybe that's why…
Hook:
And now the jewel emits cold, wander prominent.. honour (honour)
I bought up silkworms by the bucket like starter kits
So you first bought a stitch
I am a god
Everybody says "Who does he think he is?"
I just told you who I thought I was
A god
I just told you
That's who I think I am
I had plastic
a classic
Fags get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted
by them niggaz tatted with dragons
[Chorus]
I'm try'na live one time shine (why can't a nigga
by the end of the month
Ain't no loving no bitch
All these hoes really think they slick fucking with me just for the loot
Didn't know that I was
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
For making shitty situations cozy o
Manipulation of the moment
Where the feeling’s really potent
But stars burn slow,
And so they grow
So let me go get
about
Got a little bit of plastic, I'm moving the copper now
Can you tell me why your girl has a potty mouth?
Why is this something you haven't even
outta yourself, by assumin
(YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(Turn that shit all the way up,
Uh, we be goin' for hours and hours
Texting my phone everyday by the hour
You deserve the world, I'ma give your flowers
Can we just keep it low
Godson, large guns, hard drums
Problems, plastic livers and hard lungs
Far from, a colourful artist
Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious,
[Daddy-O]
Kick it in, Paul
Yeah
And yes yes y'all
Yo, can we take this up a little higher?
To the next plateau?
Yo D, you want to show em
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O
pussy [?] dick
When you can hide like El Chapo
Everyone [?] keppy-keppy
[?] fake (Fake!)
Over ride on the plastic
[?] bitch, yeah
I would call you nasty
loser.
Long Day’s Journey into Night by Eugene O’Neill
Repeat.
Increasing physical activity and eating less unhealthy food helps you lose weight.
Staring in the mirror something must be wrong with me
No wonder why nobody wanna pick a bone with me
I'm hard to reach, my momma can't even get
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