Lyrics:
the tongues spiting
I just came in with baber bars your rap heads I’m Fading
I seen a future in the dream so I don’t relax on the weekend
Money suit me I
And when I pull up to the function they greeting me as the goat
Pop the cork up off the bottle and ask them what's popping bro
You don't have to think I'm
never that
Light it up bring it back
Bring a ounce not a sack
I got it foggy as a suana in the building
Looking for ur boy
Im probably crawling
And look its catching on
He's shown me how to thrive
We got agents in the FBI
Under covers in the CIA
From New York to the Marshall Islands
And over seas boy
I'm causing havoc
Turned to a beast call me rampage
Damaged this beat I'm a savage
Oh boy you laughing
Best fix yo face before we smash it
Bringing
we are really thought of highly by the G up above you need some more evidence of how He rode for you okay have a comfortable seat and gone let me show
that hasbrick
But i don't need the needle and thread to patch this
Just get me the glue and the motherfucking match sticks
If they counted kills i'd be
That guy's driving me crazy
You know what's driving me crazy
You not getting the ball in the hole
Don't push me Bob, now's not the time
Wheels keep
, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
I Had a Dream Martin Luther King Young Black And Proud Am Trying To Get It By Any Means
Emancipate Yourself From Mental Slavery Bob Marley am
don't play
Watts boys stay struttin' watts boys survey
Watts boys bust gats
Watts boys pushing weight
Watts boys got cake watts boys throw K's
Watts boys
ya
It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling
Three more cards and the sky's will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked
what we do
Panamera Porsche's me and you
Stuck to your side li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through
We were high (til when
here. what the fuck ya'll gunna do about it? huh?
Do somethin about me
Call my source. ya hear me? feel me?
[Bob Marley Sample - no more trouble
flying away and boy
Why you trynna get over me
This is the hip-hop apocalypse yeah
I don't do forgery
Popped off I'm sorry, bitch let's get gnarly
Pull up
Jumpin' out the gym, yeah, my boys call me Vince Carter
Reached the dial tone, and it's crazy 'cause I meant to call ya
Woo, woo
Major pain, dealing with
like grandma ladle sharper than a silver saber
Strength of Vader when I sit in front of all these faders, faded
Disappear without a trace and call me
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
Show me the gato
I'm Choppa, but she call me "El Chapo"
'Bout by peso, moula, guapo
Play with my queso, knock the shell out your taco
Feel it, hit
Josh Jacobs that boy is the truth
Kenyan Drake just let him loose
Me you know I be in that black hole
Chillin with Gorilla Rilla and Cisco
Only team
swarming to put him in check
No one to blame
Other than them
His life is boring that's what to expect
Medic flow
Find me prep up the boys
Adrenalin shots
Girl, I don't give a fuck about
Presents underneath the tree
None of those gifts mean shit to me
But you know what's on my wish list?
Girl, I wanna
was the FBI, deep at the call
'cause if they make us all panic then they can start martial law
Chorus:
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
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