Lyrics:
To fuckin' off him
And double fuck his children
Ten percent
That's the most your sticky hands could muster
Bluster through the clusters
Of coppers tryin'
Throwing elbow slabs
Fiends take a knee, no Kaep
Serving poison, moving sacks
Earned 30Gs in dirty Cap
I like to hustle, and I'm pretty
You call me Rock A$AP
all hoes in the '90s
The only place I want a bitch to stand is behind me
'Cause I'm cool like that, with my big-ass gat,
And my sawed-off pump in
truth
Fire in the booth, Amun in the flesh
Let it burn like Pompeii back to fresh
Used to rock gold sandals, gold on the neck
Gold chariots, gold
Who want problems
Rocket launchers
Semi auto's we all got em
Yeezy boots, Balenciaga's
We all rock em
My Guns shoot under water dun
You can't stop
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
cold and constant changes
I’ve seen the holes that dot the walls of every room like constellations
I place my hands over the cracks. They have a name,
on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could
dive
Galilee your seas are bluer than me
Swallow me, I wanna dive
Waiting F T W
She put her hands upon me
Like a painting by Millais
She comes
hand
Who would of ever thought I'd have so many fans
that's why I rock like every time is my last stand
I remember growing up, as a country boy
I never
The random axe savages that's pompous
We body a rock star in broad daylight
Tell 'em rock-a-by baby, till they all get the concept
Chip off the old block,
YOUR HANDS UP AND ENJOY RIDE
GETTING BETTER ALL THE TIME
LIFE IS A TRIP
DON'T STAY INSIDE
Friends are a source of energy
Here's a shout out to my family
Chillin' in the back woods, woah, woah, oh, oh, oh
D Thrash here on the mic
Gonna tell ya little somethin'
Bout a place I like
Yeah, we grew up in
stress yo we need it less
Only need my fam yea fuck the rest
Put your hands up
When we come around in your town
OG kush yea burning it by the Pound
Coming
A faceless man without a name
A destination without a way
Do you know what it feels like to be all alone
With no place like home because there's nowhere to go
Disorientated but making up a plan
My brain's a blank map for
The lay of the land
Go back to the stone age
I take it in my hand
I'm into hard rock and heavy metal
mics we rock the mic, "Right"
Ignite ya light and throw ya hands high
'Cause it's carcken on a Friday when we roll right
Layin' pipe AK taking it
complex modern world
In which we live
Where we must learn
To plan our lives out
Day by day
And sometimes look the other way
But at night
I had a vision
So
count up these bands can't hear what you saying
I stand by my lonely can't rock with no friends
On the family involved I'ma show you how to ball
I can
position in the beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin' it tight
Any
the bootstraps
Hit them curves, dodge the trap
Don't move at a slow pace
Hand us a mic, we move the whole place
This for each and every hood,
Eighteenth Ave,
like a ceiling fan
Big moves, big plans
I got big bands
I don’t do it for the gram
I just do it for the fam
Man I get it by the gram
I don’t give a damn
had no chance, she swallowed him whole
Then, Pompeii is exploding
Now you stuck between a rock and a hard place
Too late to about face
Now you creep in
To lose my best friend,
My girlfriend
And my sanity too
My dude, got hit by some dude
That went to a different school
Around the same time that my girl
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