Lyrics:
the blueprint, J. Coop's on that new shit
Y'all niggas try to cop cars, well, me, I'm about to cop the new Benz
Maybe that Lexus, shorty from Texas
I'm like, I
all, like the sun is service (Woo!)
My pastor making dollars like he Erick Sermon
Lord forgive me for my tendencies, yeah
Got an evil plan for my mini
And all the outfits were terrible
2003 unbearable
Did you see the photos?"
No, I didn't, but thanks, though
I'm so in love that I might stop breathing
Uh
Yeah, uh, that's right, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh
I was raised by the wolves (I was raised by)
I was raised by the wolves (I was raised by)
I was
childhood care
Well I could be a pastor someday
I could make the demons go away
I'll start all the fights against people I don't like
But I could be a pastor
Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it's like that now?
I'ma show you
even lay eggs but
You gotta do what pastor said, cause
He anointed by the lord, I ain't never read the book
I don't know what it says
See that's how my
say much
But damn is he cool
Under it all just a self-made fool
Who invited Ricky
That part ain’t too clear
Tonight the boys will just play it by beer
they on that ecstasy (Aw, hey)
Hey, diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce, I mix up the recipe (Woah)
'Fore all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper,
but this
Bastard's flow will bash a skull and I will
Cut your girl like Pastor Tro'
And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't, give
at all
Well, if it rains, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me
Just take that streetcar that's goin' uptown
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky
the prisons that they in
That recruit the pastor, former, current and ex-president
You can quote it like I wrote it, signature by Michael, win
Swear to God
out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if
full and I won't wait here all day
I know you're saying that you'd be here anyway
But you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun
And now that
the club down,
Take it all the way for a mothafuckin touchdown, less clown,
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good I'm lookin strong,
Pastor Troy, bout
and, oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"
The time is right, your perfume fills my
If I could stick my pen in my heart
And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think the boy is
up, scarred hard
All he wanna know is (where my money at?)
She balls, he calls (where my money at?)
See, I'ma tell you like Wu told me
Cash Rules
on that beat for my very first mixtape Young Broke and Infamous, damn
It's like 2010 And I titled the track Young Sinatra
And that was the birth of all
of damn shame
And yous a damn lame thankin that my fo don't ride
So Paul will work them all y'all to the east side
[Hook]
[Pastor Troy]
Last but not least
here with me got that smoke
Every girl in here gotta look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come
to give it all in all your life
And all the time I just ask myself why you're really here?
True perfection has to be imperfect
I know that that sounds
like I gotcha
Koopa my metaphor is a metaphor
That symbolizes each metaphor like a metal door (Hard!)
And y'all need to put up a better score
We making
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like
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