Lyrics:
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
Ah, yes, your boss and who is that?
It's him
Sorry, did I hear you right?
Here to sing
Tomorrow night?
I'm afraid there must be some mistake
Yeah, this is the story
Of wealth, cash, whips, chips, bitches and blunts
Must be the good life right?
Check this yo
I got a call from my girl
faith, it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists
And that He is the rewarder of those who diligently seek
high on flakka
You must be jacked up on Mojo
You are acting out and loco
Somebody please give him some milk
When you around stupid carry some milk
(Yeah)
kind of dig his style, it's pretty contagious
Man them groupies prolly doing him all kind of favors
I mean, it's gotta be absolutely outrageous
Well,
you must understand
You can't let the chance
To love him pass you by
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out
it that nothing can be done?
Tried to comfort him as much as we could
Drug his mattress - down the stairs to the center of the living room
Me
I know that must annoy him
When I see him it's on sight no way I would avoid him
Don't slip into a life you never knew you could live
Doing things by
wrote this one on Sunday with no sun rays
Under a grey and blue sky thinking one thing
Be a king by the time that the sun came
Now I rhyme while it shines
dat, looka dat
He's just as proud as he can be of his anatomy
He gun give us a peek
Oh, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
(Looka
dat, looka dat
He's just as proud as he can be of his anatomy
He gun give us a peek
Oh, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
(Looka
drowning now, let's make it rain on him
Cremation ground for him, go & get some wood for him
He should be dead by now, put photo frame on him
Report him
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior
They must've forgot the shit that they done
Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I'll park
debate
Must be Tom Brady the way your ice look deflated (Yeah)
Racks in my way
Racks in my, racks in my, racks in my way (Hold on)
Racks in my way
Racks in
you must understand
You can't let the chance
To love him pass you by
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out
than Pheobe could in three
If that be true little Pheobe said
Then this you must allow
You come do the work in the house
And I'll go follow the plow,
then the spirit stopped me
when I saw how it stood
The holy ghost reminded me
I represent the Lord,
and it would be hard to witness to him
stretched out
the kingdom
The kingdom is coming yeah
I must see the kingdom
Fight for my life that's Christ
Shy from the night be a light
Found pain with my sins put blame
the wickedness of
My abhorrent face!
(He hears the offstage voices
Of the pursuing MOB)
Track down this murderer! He must be found!
PHANTOM (Moving off again)
a deal
And be part of the American Dream
It'll be wonderful, marvelous (wonderful, marvelous)
Hey Ray, what's the haps?
Yeah, what's the deal, Ray
Please, your religion ain't as true as this
Homie, it's all in my genes to be honest
Nah, you obviously must be new to this
Rose, hand over that key, like
Look
They say the universe, it works in a strange way
And it must be true because, we ain't from the same background or same place
But me
to blow man
Check him, check him
He bringing in more cheques
Turned on by the truth, you know I really love it naked
Drinking Absolut and Russian Bear, your
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