Lyrics:
in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap
"O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! rejoice! Emmanuel
tribe.
I’m ordained by the father to elevate the mind.
Ya dude flyer, than a Philly bald eagle in the sky.
Cuffs drippin on that money green suede puma
did that, my respects to you I'm still praying for some relax.
In hard times ain't a lot funny 'cause people doing anything trying to get some money.
dons
Money's what my minds on and nobody gave it to me, I had to go and find some
Yeah I had to drop a couple people out
They was getting comfortable
his people took your numbers
Odds on the game; the point spreads over/under
Went to private school, educated by nuns
But like a pagan lost his faith
of the deck
Call me the ace card a fake god
You possibly set the whole place off
With great bars like mushroom clouds
Inhale the gravity
Black hole swallow you
Supposed to become
You've been in and out
Up and down, back and forth
Backwards around
Not a friend, not a mother, not a father
Just God and you should
tha Bone'd grown some.
Buckaz gon' keep it right, just home,
And searchin' wit' they hustlin', (no matter.)
Same time, see tha Bone,
They done have
Since the beginning, there has always been smut
God is smut, death is smut, your girl is probably smut, hip hop is smut
And now, for your pleasure,
Come, o come Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the son of God appears
Rejoice! rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall
One more life is swayed,
To gain your so called freedom,
You lie, you cheat, you steal,
And yet you still don't see.
Overturn the will of the people
When I say goodbye, it'll be alright, alright, alright!
Now people let me tell you 'bout this girl Suzanne,
Met her at the bar and I was like god damn!
tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie
You really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (You'se a phony)
All gassed up by ya people, before coming
Come on people where's the piper goin' today?
(It looks to me like he's headed to the grave)
Run along to the sound of that he creates
(He cares
I'm starting to believe that there's a god and he hates me
I'm starting to believe that my mom lied about grace and divinity
And it hurts like
Like Steven King's "Needful Things"
So many wasted nights cuddling
With shadow people who
Couldn't wait to be replaced by the light
Take your life
You'd be surprised, how many people think they know me bro
Can you tell who I am by the outter shell though
Do you judge who I was and swing for low
'nother planet,
God dammit these boys are standing like Ibrahim for that,
Long overdue our time to shine will come,
And we shop for real?
Rock all day,
lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane
Blowin' and burnin', blinded by thirst
[Verse 1]
See if I want him I can have him any place, any time
Tell me bitch if that's your nigga why the fuck he on my line?
Breaking up a happy home, no
the money nigga, really how you think?
Really gotta get it homie time don't wait
God gave you two hands nigga do what it takes, do what it
Its all you, its
of threw you off
Didn't know how to handle it time passed and now you lost
With so much on yo mind drinkin' that liquor to take it off
Smokin'
square
Tied to a street pole, so people see his lump behind out bare
We'll come and ride out where this slutty flirt leads to
Strip her down to her
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