Lyrics:
was ready to film it
Then he asked me what was I good but I’m not a civilian
I brushed my shoulders off how would you react
Another day in USA when
bartender you can give me one more
(We in the club like) Damn homie, I'm so tore
(Lightin' the Dutch like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more
done lost her mind!
I think somebody done pissed her off this time!
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
uhh, you will have to clean up
issues
But I wanna be with you
Hold hands move with the sun
Show me slow dancing that should be fun
Oouu I grab you by the waist
Show you things you will
finger
Yeah she mine she with me
Cooking up another bar
Smoking writing in my car
Meditation the greatest
When im smoking in that medical
O.G. Astro
suspect debts
And now I'm on my way to go collect a succulent cheque
Some call me criminal, I reply with fuck it you bet
That's what you get when you've got
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some f- one
"Ouch, what the f- you hit me for?"
Screamed life as I
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one
"Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"
Screamed life
them shots will miss
And you'll lose your bliss
When I take the piss
Out of it
Cause I'm the greatest to ever spit
And you lying about your clout
Outsold
felt tunes
Four by four my whip man this shit is so taboo
So tell me
Can you feel it
The tension in the air as I'm waiting for healing
Verses like
of me
But I'm so sick and my visions they keep clouding me
I'm thinking when I'm here the most and suddenly
Everything is hurting me and everything will
you
It's on sight
Bitch imma Star
Get my bags
I'll kill off all these Stans
Your bitch hit me up
I think she understands
That imma Star
Get my bands
it, you said you were a dancer, prove it
I was full of powerful percussion get you rushing on line
When it's 45 King time
Master of the Game, marks
the fucking highest heights
That's MR EGO talking to me as a self defensive
Saying know that you the greatest never settle in
Tryna build an empire
Started
super Man
Even when shit hit the fan
That nigga always had a plan
To make sure we don't feel the pain
Hence we always laughed for real
Family dinner was
the nooses
I just might slap you stupid hoping
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
The right hand of God
Hit em' with the holy ghost when I see em'
the greatest in the area,
The new trending topic.
So ride with me,
We can smoke together,
Like packin my cone,
All it takes is some effort,
And when I’m back
a restart
Cuz I cannot reach for what I really came for
I will keep up my bars
I will use the right pause
Holding up my line dog
Giving me the signs, God
Hit
less you wanna get even
Get the sword at the same time
You don't fuck with me less you wanna get even get hit with sword and the flow at the same time
on the Bruckner
Pull over to the shoulder here we go oh brother
You know I'm ticklish when you lick me like a licorice
I'm talking every inch of us she's very
God got a plan for me, for me
I know God got a plan for me, for me
God got a plan for me, I understand
Lift up these mortal hands, and pray
I will
Better have an army
This isn't pride
I'm in mid stride
Damn sure
Ain't slowing down
If you think differently
Your brain
Must be fried
Divinely protected
By
mirror doesn't appear what they seem
Grasping flashbacks of youth
Twenty thirteen when I met my ex wife
To start a new life with me and if I never hit
Hit the track with the (God Flow)
All you other niggaz, guilty of sin
All my haters, wonder when will it end
I ain’t stopping, I ain’t finna pretend
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