Lyrics:
your country
It's Frodo going solo on this bozo
You got no hope
Don't go toe-to hairy-toe with
This smoke-toting GOAT, though
I'll call you your farmers
can do it like Mixmaster can, come on!
I've got the D-double-O-D-double-O style
Here we go again because it's been a while
Do me a favor, don't touch
then go see Yolanda
I'm on the red carpet and they ask who designed this
I'm gonna give a shout out to Bay Area's finest
All on our own, we survive this
big guns, so they drinking big shots
And my gang go Saddam Hussein and missile-launch
The Korean call me "Wayne Chang"-now listen, ma
I don't know
a Panamera dream
Young nigga fin to go pop Porsche
With the windows jet black
So them hoes don’t notice me
We gotta be called the dream team
Cause we make more
and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible
little angel to me
Oh Yes God Bless the day he sent my little angel to me...
[Yolanda talking to baby]
You go say something? Come on say something...
you go baby, can you fade me?
You can't fade me, you can't fade me
You can't fade me, you can't fade me
See girl
I'm laced with game but it ain't
the nerve to go to an interview application in hand?
Ayo quit it, Stacy Adams with plenty of bad bitches
Plenty of resources to make it to vast riches
(And i)
on my knees with open arms
And oh my God I pray today
I see the beauty, I see the pain
I see what I lost, seeking cross, count it as gain
Yo Adam and Eve,
voices said
"Come follow me into the gates of Hell"
I heard 'em yell "Welcome to
The Norman Bates Motel!"
I ring the bell for service and
I was greeted by
tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the spot
smoked the last off this mad shit,
I better get my Nan back or she'll go fucking skitz
She's hussein, so like me she's insane,
She'll fuck you up with her
with no ending
I will always be standing
The Genesis of all my prophesies
Come and help me with this
Father please, come and help me with this
This is
cards fuckin' with me
She want Chanel on her feet
Hair and nails, they on fleek
She keep them Mills by the week
Cartier lens so she can see
She keeps
choose to break away wanna bring it back
That which you take from me
Even if it means I gotta
Go to war with everyone
Who wanted to end my little bit
rolling with the team
Thought I was living the dream
And then I got lost in the sauce
Don't know where to go
That's Adam and Eve
Asking myself questions
up on the hill, this was before I made a mil'
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is?
Came from standin' in the field, I'll moonwalk you
go fuck yourself)
So me and ZZ had went somewhere with one of her friends
And we ended up getting tattoos that night
And I didn't tell Adam I was
and as mad as can be
He'll break your fukin' face like Mo-hammed Ah-li
But let's talk about me, Adam Hussain
One of the maddest looking fu'kers from the Goldie
Like Moses I had to divide
Now I only kick shit with my tribe
Hakuna Matata no worries in sight
Come with me bae & feel the vibe
We could take off in
to keep like a brand new bra
The league I'm, need a stronger mind; they need of me to conjure hybrids
Jurassic rappers who'll experiment with trappers
Got
lesson
The day later
Still not there
I'm praying for him to come back
But the Lord had a battle with Adam
I'm guessing
Bring his faith back
Maybe he would
burnt by your sparks
There I go and it feels so frightening
Maybe I could be all the clouds in your sky
Come and burn me down
Come and burn me
Baby I
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