Lyrics:
is done, it's rain season
You can't stop my storm
You can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)
It's gonna pour cats and dogs
Thunder and lightnin' bolts
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
Oh yeah
You thought we was done? Nah
Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack,
that's the price of fame
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
Ya shake that load off and sing ya song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth
At night I can't
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth
At night I can't
like Michael Jackson, in fact, I'm lightnin'
Flashin' by, I'm goin' off the wall
You better pass the mic before the bomb go off
Like tik-tok, you gonna
that! Will you Johnny?
Woman: Frankie, I don't care whether he talks or not, I just can't leave him like this.
Johnny: Listen. Leave me here I... I... I
and debris
I couldn’t get in with you because I've shown enough of the naked side of me
Good woman
(Good Woman)
I traded my blue jeans for a tight dress
All
Ah no, they're not. No they didn't realize they were supposed to start.
Never mind, we'll soon sort that out, the judge is explaining it to them
now. I
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
"Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"
He said, "Whatchu mean by
niggas tryin' to copy, just get off my dick
Run around with my own shit
With my name tatooed on the
And I thought that's so elaborate
(Chorus - 4X)
There
that long
Where a lot of people get
Poked up and clapped on
My job really putting on for the city
You get popped like a wheelie for
Saying some old silly
my birthday this shit exciting
Nigga get cake like icing
You can get struck like lightnin'
Nigga like mike can't fight dat'
Feel like tyson
But you
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth
At night I can't
roll
They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
My mind's blown off fine champagne
So bent on currency, got green in my
eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all
Eating lemon pepper wings
While she giving brain
This pussy off the chain
Better hit it and quit
Gotta hit it and quit
Mind on my money I ain't worried
everyone please be completely quiet
Because i can literally hear a whisper
And it’ll throw off my stream of
Consciousness, and when I get my
Stream
the morning
The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning
I'ma get that worm now, tell 'em it's my turn now
Y'all niggas need a lesson on some
understand how shit makes sense
Was told he's born a woman, no plastic or fake breasts
Brenda left, told his folks, I've had enough!
Why can't I be a boy
transitioning Brenda
Tried convincing him by bringing in someone transgender
But Brenda doesn't understand how ish makes sense
Was told he's born a woman, no
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