Lyrics:
hwe Komfo Panin be na wode me din ak)gya
Nso mpae3 me hwe wiemu b) kyere )solo solo agya
I'm protected by the Holy Ghost
Friends turn enemies
and put one in the air for me
Tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em
Tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle
You don't know nann
fish
Workaholic, alcoholic, just wanna be fucking rich
My mission in life is to be wealthy
And healthy of course
Cos I aint quite ready
To leave this
top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed
Peace, love, enemies
Nigga I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for
jaylen Brown down and he ain't play cause
He got sick
I tried to bet with Jimmy Butler but this nigga's so Shit
Put Duncan Robinson for two threes cause
He
all beings are united
The seventh was rich purple of the mollusks
And she colored Chronos
And she made a day of idleness and repose
Whereon all beings
nicks
By 15, I got a felony by 16
I got my driver’s license start using
J’s car to pedal lean
College Park that my stompin’ ground
Used to trap out
it by and means
We pay shooter's go buck the enemy
Tryna make a move like one oh ten of me
If I'm in first ain't nobody that's ahead of me, ya Better
put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy
That's us, some say in God we fuckin trust
The slavery's fuckin over but the world is
around with them nothin'-ass bitches then
Go on, got me hot, smokin' like a chimney
We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies
Deep
no end of me
They see the end of me
Don't see no end of me
They find an enemy
Won't find no enemy
They find an enemy
Won't find no enemy
They see
Get money in the day, get rich by night
Me and my gang, we taking flight
Too many sins in the city, but we get around
Leaving all them ops in
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
July 1st, 1916
Third wave, Battle of the Somme
9:15 in the morning
Under fire from guns and bombs
The Newfoundland Regiment
Advanced towards enemy
Yeah (Secure enemy!)
Yeah, look (If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight)
Talking to my momma half the time (Shoot on sight)
Talking to my
Answer Cocaine been around for centuries
Since I'm young black and rich
I'm the public enemy riding the bass drum
Just Blaze got the Remedy
Now-dey
I hate the world, and the world hates me
The rich get richer by starving the poor, the strong get stronger by crushing the weak
I am the poor, I am
conquista lo bro yeah
Com a team by my side, enemies gonna die, a caneta virou espada wow
I feel like russel crowe yeah
Gladiador eu só vou matar
Pego nesse
Bentley's and Rovers in Beverley
Look in the mirror, young rich nigga
Raised by my mama and my grandma nigga
No father figure, I'm a street nigga
Call me
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
jabs
Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never
Strengthen us, now!
Crush, rip, and tare
Until all of our enemies are
Slain, take the land
That is granted to all by their own god
Don't stop this campaign,
and put one in the air for me
Tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em
Tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle
You don't know nann
my enemies
See that god money Shit I knew it would spread
Get stop by the twelve you know that I fled
I said what I did and I did what I said
I ask
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