Lyrics:
don't purple stuff it
One day by the way I met little miss muffet
I blew my mind with the stuff that I taught her
I am the wanderer's wandering
as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell
on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your
The fuck you sweating on my final choice?
Aussie rules baby, fact is, the goals is beside the points
You dig? I'm deep, they shovel you shit by the week
We
uppers for cowards
Wowzers, and you push me around-er?
Downwards is where you're going for now-ward
Yowzers, still complaining about your
Album like
to 25 with some hair on my head
hate looking in the mirror after i get dressed
fuckin almost washboard abs ruined by washboard chest
i'm deep there's
number
I hit em back like who dis, what the fuck can I do for ya?
I'm exhausted by people
Haunted by evil
Lost in my thoughts while y'all watch through
bro
I'm at the top and there's nobody else
Me and my niggas did this shit by ourselves
Heard that your albums ain't doing too well
Don't hit up my line
Korean pin-up black ink tattooed forearms from the war
He won a purple heart medal, but never heard him peddle, the killin' he did with the Corps
So they
the stick
Racks, fuck I can't even count it i made it
Got em thinking why the
Fuck they even doubted
I was brought up by my granny
Knew I always had a talent
o' Ben Lomond.
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.
The wee birdies sing and the wild
like. Aggressive. Dreamy. Deep. Poppy. Something like all of that, but mixed up and jumbled around. This song is especially notable for the driving bass
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
I don't need no blue check to be verified
Step aside spitting killer verses mans its geocide
Where was I when the verse hit deep inside of your mind
burnt by the 3 KKKs- 400 plus years beginning stage- 40 acres and a mule- where it’s at I’m confused- only country it’s a crime to send ya kids to school-
chug a lug battery acid
im dre dog, can you tell im high?
nigga heres a shovel, dig deep into my mind
you violatin, and a blow ya a chin
and after this
heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea
beefed with
My home girl got raped by
The homie on deep shit
Me and the other homie hit back then
But then he split i pray to the devil, blood
Ain't hard
kill the game no cheat codes
I do not play on the beat Hoe
I heard your baine gives deep throat
Wardrobe is looking like a freak show
Every other day
If I drop an album and no hears does it still make a sound
Is it like a tree in the forest when it falls and no one's around
If I play a show and no
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these
and slowly becomes funds
But you gotta have the skill, that's
Why I'm on top of it, son
Ain't no need for animosity
Just fill up your lungs
And breathe deep
who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like
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