Lyrics:
goers, then they'll die by serving?
Pray for all ya, run for cover, when a disaster is behind us
On the lose like mine and passing others?
Dust, 'cause
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
and halfs up in my hand
Thinking of a master plan, I can
Hustle all night, to the early morn', I can
Flip and serving rappers, serve his dome
And if a nigga
and halfs up in my hand
Thinking of a master plan, I can
Hustle all night, to the early morn', I can
Flip and serving rappers, serve his dome
And if a nigga
Take your side
They don't understand my crime
And I'm serving my time
As you grow more beautiful
You are the good one
I am the bad guy
I'm not
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
behind tent
Serving all day hitting corners getting bent
Time went by quick when we was kicking it
I wish that there was a way I could have predicted this
positions, remain in control of opposition
Placed here to be the scum of the earth, serving us hand and foot
I'll rape 'em and slave 'and trade 'em from birth
And this is my confession, I can't lie anymore
"You have reached the National Suicide Prevention Hotline
Also serving as the Veterans' Crisis Line
If
was thirteen on the block serving Chris Rock
Nigga talking about wet, got a fake pop (bitch)
Blue jeans in my pocket, need a new pair
Bad bitch, give
ass a skeptic serving up some bullshit man I think I'll skip that breakfast
I'm not even trying to bite
Feeling anorexic
Leaving letters in the fire
pale your egbon is hi sir and your uncle is Jagan and I am your father
Your father your father
You niggers konw I'm your chairman
I've been serving you
on a resort (hol' on)
Shit, I'd rather be surfin' some boards (hol' on)
Shit, I'd rather be serving this dick
To his chick, sorta thick and I know a slore
am I the liar?
Am I forever playing with fire?
Am I just serving time?
Speak with the shadow of your voice
Your shadow
Still on my lips
Your whisper,
working working working
My flips a little different but my niggas they still serving
Talking FaceTime we ain't never on the phone
Niggas out they mind
a nigga to meet the devil
I'ma speed junkie I'm mashing the pedal
It's Croptober I'm serving them petals
Got a bad bitch yeah and she bisexual
Got
arrogance is your weakness, self-serving and gluttonous, corrupt and unprincipled
It matters not - the last domino falls
[Chorus]
Strike out - we are
tried to steal me, I'm tappin' his visor
This is a Cullinan this not a Chrysler
I'm out in Zona with P, serving Kyler
Shoppin' in Denver, ran into
Serving them up like a pound
Up in the dirt
Lift up my shirt
When I be puttin in work
Don't get in my way
You gettin hurt when I skirt
Cuz where I'm from
with hell I got no soul to sell
I´m almighty proud I´ve broken the spell
I´m done with hell
Better to reign in hell than serving in heaven
Never
Rushing ahead as I stand
Laying my army to waste
As your fire calls
Picking the crop as I plant
Serving my hunger to taste
As your fire calls
Your
Bring my Glass Princess
Out to bleaching reefs
And wrecks smooth from
The pressure of centuries
Got a gray-eyed boy
Serving overseas
In my head his slow
than peace-making an becoming one
My soul is at rest more when I'm serving than when I'm leading
To gain is nice but in sacrifice there is more
Money
Garden of roses
brainless poses
people serving your will
Hundreds of causes
corrupted justice
precious portrait of your own
Wakeful
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