Lyrics:
Drippin dior
Buying my momma Michael Kors (Yeah)
Marble floors
This shit is expensive go look at the score (Yeah)
We MG, 4 by 4 from the south (Yeah)
Tons of people
Following you
There's nothing in your own mind
Justifies what they do
Figment wishes
Circle your mind
The plastic world you live in
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and tore up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin' in a bucket, hopin' you can start it
for that ass!
Tens of thousands of freaks,sideshows, and fools
A carnival who together lives by their own rules
We looked into the stars,foretold
So get off my phone stop calling stop calling woah
I was all by myself
Ain't have nobody else
U wouldn't give me no help oh no
Solo
The way you hurt me
to properly fight
Thru watching Michael Jai white in black dynamite sho ya right
So shorty what’s ya name
I’m glad that you came
When I saw you on the back
Oh yeah oh yeah oh
Oh yeah oh yeah oh
Live for today, we'll dream tomorrow
We've got big plans in sight
We'll take this city and by nightfall
As we transmit live here from the White House
At this landmark moment in time
Voters have turned up by the millions to decide who gets, um…
Verse 1
still? making that bite and shit
Now the esses calling me Lo Dinero
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by the front and I'm ready to play
Ask them
life
For all of this to end
I'll wait if you might call
Acid trip to a night crawl
Running through the woods
Like I'm followed by Michael
Head inside my
a classic man
You could be mean when you look this clean
I'm a classic man
Calling on me like a young OG
I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by
*phone rings*
[Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking Bill
[Yes sir, I'm calling to inform
They wanted more
Complicate the sailors voyage here
Do you think im strong enough to survive
Do you think i can live without you in life
Scream
Foreman
Animals with me like I'm George Orwell
You been forewarned boy, I'm brainstorming
I'm up late, no James Corden, no camcorders
They never see you
these lames' Supreme jackets
Until you rob a hype beast, you ain't seen sadness
Clock-work orange madness left the scene laughin'
Ay, we forever-ever
make the moon?
How you speak the stars?
Oh my God, when they see my flaws
They gon' call me fraud
I was lost, blinded by applause
Now I know my
on my tailgate
You asked me to play some George Strait
And that night we fell in love
Well You checked yes and crossed out no
I said before we get too far
couldn't prove to you
No I couldn't prove to you
Now I live with all these lies by my side
And it's pretty fucking sad
Girl it's pretty fucking sad
Cause I
am white I am right
That is all type of sins
I tired of the blind
Stop holding it in
Hold ya head little boy
You gotta a road to begin
All lives matter
With the fear of heaven's might
Hanging in each yard, a calling card that hate lives in the light
If you don't keep the Sabbath, if you wear black
there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Codename Sensei, I live what my pen
Written by Jimi Hendrix.
If you can just get your mind together,
And come on across to me.
We'll hold hands
And then we'll watch the sunrise from
from the light
You're burning too bright
Blisters are on my tongue
Sister I'm feeling stung
Limbo is where I live
Look out
Escape from the light
We're
be shooting right back
This ain't Michael Dapah but skidi pa pow
Outro
And I cant show you what I do by day
And I wont show you what I do by night
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