Lyrics:
register
Grill with thyme butter later
Wiped ass with important document
Every 401k deleted
Every asset written off in collateral splatterhouse revengeance
about nonsense
Or a hot chick
Or some watches
Only real stuff that I document
And I work hard at my job shit
Take shit from the bosses
But I work harder
of art Pin you up & let our silhouettes play in the dark
Im cupid shuffle with the aim look how I hit ya heart
Had to grab the Polaroid to document
exactly how it come
Ion say a lot when I'm in public
Rather keep it underground like I was Tubman
Document my life, no AC in this bitch
Vent on the mic
I need me a batter
Bad bitch get slapped with a powder, Give her the babies don't give her the rattle
Read all the documents these niggas tattle,
point of view
So document my journey and relay it to you
(Yeah) Ya'll sit noise bleed
I'm court side or on court
where I'm supposed to be
Why you
of sense, and cents always come with the paper so check the Documents
They questioning, where the old me, kept that anonymous
Probably was my conscious, they
I just need to fill the form, give your documents
Scaring you? Bro, you could just fucking leave her
Yeah, bitch
Violence (violence, violence)
protect my soul and thoughts
Yatchs goin like 50
Still stuck
Man I can't go abroad
Documents processed like words in court
Need a passport cant pass
Boston, that's the Car(a)penter(a)
I was bred and read up on Biggie and 2pac and them
Studied the greats Met up with grace
And-produced this document
Race
to flip between my ego and my consciousness
This song will probably be another one of my lost documents...
off safety
Lately I’m so observant to niggas riding my currents
Need a 30 for 30 to document my endurance
Way they trying to block me and adding to my
and documents
Family courts and dockets
People treat others homunculus
Talking down for a like and shit
Til they catch one in they jaw
Eight trigrams
Sixty-four
documents
I don't do shit for clout or the followers
I do it for all of you
I never cared or want to be popular
They ask me how I'm doing I say plenty fine
I
don't care cause I got lotta stuff that I need to dis
Politics, documents, arguments, dioxide carbonous
Can't we just be people
See people
Feed people
document
Like this is Word
Look at my bro
Like bird is the word
She talk out her neck
She soundin' absurd
Mold in my pockets
I gotta observe
Back inna day
a monument, dont try to argue i got documents
i put her legs up yeah I'm dogging it
open her legs yeah I'm parting it
then i pass it to my partner dem
just like
swinging here n there (yeah)
Gotta bring the game so I could document here (right)
Asking who's the best? while I'm lookin the mirror (haha)
Pick a side
take care of my documents, pay my bills, get my thrills and train harder to beat my enemies
Let me make my dreams come true, earn my cash legally
Let me
on the phone you would think i work in polotics
All we talk is presidents, im goin over documents
Had a sit down with the mayor we made a monument
Just a small
document we
They take our lives they skin our hides then use am do ornament
We bringing them vibes we feeling alive
Before we were kings but now they caged
wey their paa na magistrate
Commandant, procureur to commissaire, i know all their office them
But ma sentence be depend on weti be dey inside document
Channel living let 'em document
Here to live?
Let your cadence build
They been waiting
Time to pay the bill
Everyday
Put everyday upon a pedestal
Til
the hatch with an iron fist
Leave your shit behind end up in a fire pit
Call 'em projects we call 'em piles
So many documents, none of 'em filed-- trials
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