Lyrics:
to the sky, Big, I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
See I'm a poet
the sport (What?)
Turn you into pork, picking you off with a fork (Aye)
You're baking up in the heat
Bacon for me to eat
Beggin' for me quit
But my
take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpe of Jack Kevorkian"
Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm livin'
graduate
Funny how a moment could start off small
And when we look back it's the biggest of all
Every happy birthday, each fork in the road
I can't
that heating fork no way
Dark coming down
Need someone to eat off the ground
Need something to eat day
Brother don't lose your bares no way
Don't know
Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start
My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork
Start, I got killers up in New York
Pints come in from
people straight, that just the way that I was taught
Go wash that pot off and that fork
My boy got gas if you tryna shop
I got new energy, boy I'm coming
the baby they called Kid Blast
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue
Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast"
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo-boost
We can fly over the border" "let's go" (whoosh)
So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed
"What was
niggas, cause drama, till it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up shop
Hat throw thuggin', throwin' up, fo's and forks, strapped
believe I turned my wrist to a fork
Can't believe it, we survived kickin' door
Can't believe it, made a milli off gold
Can't believe it, can't believe it
Another day another post-traumatic order
Brainwashed and feeling fine
I bit off more than I could chew when I looked closer
So I stabbed a fork in
memorizing
She takes off her clothes
And her body is mad surprising
Slangin
Bangin
Her two breasts was firm and not hangin
Listen to this rhyme that I'm
to survival
To open up a path to reality
For some, judgement
[Verse]
The devil took the straps off my nigga legs
The Virgin Mary came when my homie
friends
And the uniforms are gray as you scrape your fork on a metal tray
In a utilitarian cafeteria
The firewall to all the stars
Is a burned out
the devil and didn't even have no pitchfork (Gossip)
If you scared, go to church and please don't jump off the porch (gossip)
I ain't box in the MMA but
a chicken farther
I just popped a bottle Molly
Bitch i'm A-walled with it
I'm in New york nigga with a new fork nigga
I whip the Bentley
Every auto
I'm getting of your face,
So uninspired by your pace,
I'm in a strange kind of place,
I'll try to stay off your case,
I fall asleep at your wheel,
I
instead
I just fucking wanted
I just fucking wanted
To sit at home instead
To sit down at the table
Take a breath, wipe off the tread
I just fucking wanted
Dont piss me off or I will drop your ass
If you get under my skin, I will dig you out with a dinner fork
If all is fair in love, then love is war
You said
We're better off waiting for
Some kind of fork in the road
Now i know
Why smart cautious people stay home
Close to home
I know it's
comedy
Little Duval
I have a lot of flaws, I'm human before all
I wake up in the morning smell some coffee
Then tell your bitch to get off me
Mos Def, word
chalk
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw
You
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