Lyrics:
about you with specific directions
My love, my young prince, my blossoming king
You are placed in the arms of a tribe protector
You will never taste
don't give a fuck I nutted when I wanted
Made you lick it off my thumb and your arm
Like the bum that you are
Now I'm on my way to becoming a star
I was
jet contrails so long that
It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD
Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back
To fast track
Shapeshifts into a physical form to be reckoned with, emanating from the source
2,000 years, Year 2,000 on the dot. Millennial kingdom Come-ing who among you
logic incorporating projects with folks provoking
(nonsense/conscience [same time]) elevation through rhyme
We are soldiers of a century determined by
to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between
the trust, no matter deceiving
I got all the people in arms up, I'm making you all look
I'm spreading the lies, look, seeing your eyes shook, it's making me
Chun Li with a krumatie
Full contact tracks cracks and amplified cramps
Furious fists flown by the welterweight champ
Vampire and hell fire fuck
(Fuji)
My nigga Diamond was my partner and my first barber (man, that's your barber)
That nigga had me late night, studio with all the guala, guala
the cum I coaxed out of her man
When she slept in my sheets
When she slept in my sheets
No she ain't got no power over me
Why'd you think you scare me
With
we did
We gotta make it work
Well at the start there was he
And then she came along, he fell for her charm
She grabbed his arm and they became one
freeze
Knees up on his neck
Man how da heck he suppose to breathe
And we ain't got no time to feed our mind wit somethin' new
But let Saturday come round
the belly of a beast
Bit by these haters, hit in my sleep
Son of Man, Now its a
Sinister piece
Never Latin, always Portegeuse
Muder in Mass graves
12-rounds,
of a beast
Bit by these haters, hit in my sleep
Son of Man, Now its a
Sinister piece
Never Latin, always Portegeuse
Muder in Mass graves
12-rounds, a lay 'em
and run away
'cause I don't care
It is all I can say
I KEEP ON LOSING YOU
AND FINDING YOU
Take me upstairs and
Into your arms
Do not be deceived by my
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
At the end of the day
Um, I feel there's a point you
As a man as a woman as a human being
If you believe in something you gotta
Say what you believe in
If
I noticed when I walked in
The room went dark
Somebody better call the police
There's a guy here with no heart
He said he goes by the name
through the door, you heard it before
Err'body in this bitch better hit the floor
Your man got some money, but I bet I got more
I heard he got a Bentley,
The Inner Mind's Eye
Time is Infinite
Tenkaichi
You know what it is
The Inner Mind Golden Eye shines divine Zasalamel
He hot as hell, off the rails,
(Oh, it wasn't produced by RJ?
Throw the beat away)
Yeah, listen, bitch, yeah
Bro stacking
Throwing gang signs quicker than Itachi
Pouring cups
be your man
In your arms forever my plan
The future is bright with you in sight
We go survive the crazy nights
You have my attention oh my love
I plan
it by a new stick
One man walking mean
The short fuse, no rules, uncool
Till my Father said the truth
Spoke to my grave clothes and told him to turn me
smoothie with the matcha
Im da boss blueprint like im sasha
Do a couple pushups, make em touch my tatas (soft voice)
Y’all niggas cons man, hang with Rakha
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