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Yuh, rapping over these beats
You all already know I ain't gonna take defeat
Cause these people they just tripping and they don't know what they
reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiers
Born 2 ride, killers born 2 die, mommas born 2 cry.
Wild like the lone fucking ranger, niggas from the South
feet
To shipmates he must join
She's counting up the coins
He's swallowed by the street
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures
shorty got it meltin'
Cupid got the shooter, swish, swish, uh, Raymond Felton
Hope the hammer goes down, yeah, I already nailed it
Had to sink the ship
zooming through the red light
I'ma go stupid like I missed out
I still ain't seen a bench my click foul
So don't get out of line
Before the doc gone have
not be ready
I don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already
Now here we go
(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo,
See I dwell in SPV, over here ya cannot hang
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Fuck haters ain't savin' none ah you hoes in the never P
The Prophet the Possee,
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
But the land was already claimed by a people
When the cowboy came and when the soldiers came
The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways
quicksand by imbalance of power
And that if we want affection from the marionetteers
We have to dance for our dinner over 63 hours
And we can't refuse
on cloud twenty-two
Just me and you
I feel so new
I feel so cool
Yea cloud twenty-two
Oh you thought it was over?
Nah it's not over till the, till the women
(inspired by the work of Edgar Allen Poe)
I. Red Death
It was a time when life was short
Long devastated was the land
Never had there ever been
I’m
already over it won’t waste my time on caring
By the way, I’m ok, thanks for asking
Go ahead ignore me baby silence me to death yeah
VERSE 2
You
know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later oga
Do I
even know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later
Do I
Hook x2:
I ain’t got tell y’all shit, y’all already know it
They was all on my clique when I walked through the door
Can’t nam nigga tell ya I
mornings
(I'ma overcome), uh
I'ma overcome
Gave me the world the begotten son
When I wake up I already won
Bible on me like it was a gun
Thirty-three years
That alone will hardly guarantee it
Music isn't fair by any meaning
My first album sitting for two years
Cos I didn't have the money to release it
That's
But Today the sun was red
Today the sun was red
So I'm dusting off thoughts on my Shelf, I can do bad by myself, and they Say I need help
They say I
of snoozing
If you want it go and get it aint no other way to live it
Mediocrity is not for me, say it with your spirit
Own lane and I’m chilling red dotting
She was a little red Corvette,
Fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola
it's fine by me
Tryna get locked let me hide my key
Seven, eight, nine I said bye my g
But I'm with two sevens like it's nine by three
Two nines but I'm
on his lifespan
I feel so down
Johnny 99 told me hop in the car
Call me noah 109 boy shot for the stars
Landed head in a ditch run over by cars
bitch in this car, man
[ Willie D ]
Oh boy, that's misdemeanor shit
I'm on that other level
[ DJ REDDY RED ]
Fuck you mean by the other level shit, man?
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