Lyrics:
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
Shake that ass like you care wave your hands in the air
[Chorus]
I go no / no / no / when I see j-dog , Darth, The sun god they keep it hard.
We move
out
Hurt
Let it drop, it just won't work
Stretch my neck across the block
Heart in my hand, axe in hers,
While she's says
"I hate to love"
I
Fragmented speech
Insincere at the core
It's the hands that betray
While the tongue begins to fork
Hollow-hearted words start pouring out
(Start
of harm
I've been bit by the snakes you charmed
And as your lights guide me from home
Your fire ignites and burns my bones
Cut me up and spread me out
And my hand slips into my coat and everything just freezes
Running out I see you sitting in the Ford of your old man's
The boy come home
on
Driveways and curbs
You take off your raincoat and
Stretch out your arms
We both laugh out loud and surrender to it
The sheer force of sky and
The cold magnet
when you see them hundred smokes squirrel
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, I'm hotta than holly watta
Wish I was your
foretold
We believe
Set us free
We'll prevail
Wait for...
Hail and fire
Struck down by lightning
Blood bathed earth
Stretch out your hands and beg
For your
your light
A promising refining, of no greater timing
Casting out the darkness, a divine fulfilment
Bringing all completeness
Stretch your mighty hand
Shadows sweep slowly
The sun dials the time
We stretch out the morning
Count the hours by its climb
As if from a distance
I hear the pulse
out the ghetto blaster
We came here to blow your mind step Masters!
Beats like this
Make me bang my head and beat my fist
On the table
Ropes thicker
we ride
Yo yo yo, it's your hide
Grab the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed
I left
Came up out the mud, brush the dirt up off me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke
jam
Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand
I touch down like two-thirty
If i was on you, your hoe's and them cowards I'm'll do dirty
Still
play to win
Is it you, is it you
Let me see your hands
We got it hot
Right out of the pan baby
I can make you scream like my number 1 fan
Now, tell me
ain't tryin' to run game
But I play to win
Is it you, is it you
Let me see your hands
We got it hot
Right out of the pan baby
I can make you scream
matched by wicked arts
And still remains his hardened heart
You have some evil purpose before your face
Stretch out your arm, that there be darkness over
a son
And he got to eat, by any means
I got two fiends, fuck a hoop dream
Make it to the NBA that's a pipe dream
They end up smoking rock out of pipe
Oh...oh....oh...oh...oh...oh...
Chorus
Heavenly Father, heal our land
Heavenly Father, stretch forth your mighty hand
Show us how to care, for our
ejecting your demo (your demo)
Stretch lamborghinis with four doors, with four floors
Followin right behind yours, basic Continental
Get out your
Feel me now
My forefinger flippin' pentagrams
Left hand catch them pix by them peak facin 'south
Pinhole pic of my wingspan jail breakin' doubt
Dare I say that I've feeling you for years
Held your hand when you cried and hoorayed when you cheered
Through patty cakes and bratty ho's, side girls
thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
New money
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