Lyrics:
Bros 'bout to blow 9/11 shit
Ain't no telling
Charged up, but I ain't no felon
But I got a feeling, once shit hit the ceiling
Streams reach a billion we
faster
Mister fell again, 9/11 grenfell over again
Respect to the community, love peace, you a bargain
Letter to myself self self self self
Close
it's blue signs
Young nigga rockin off white
I'm flexin like its my profession (look at me flex, bitch im flexin)
I'm in 2 twins like the new 9/11 (i
Margiela, we aim at yo fella make a wrong move
Can't get on my level that nigga a rebel don't follow no rules
Blowin up like 9/11 send you straight to heaven
disrespectful, he'll leave your head cappin'
The mic turns 9/11 when he starts rapping
Free my idol 6ix9ine, Stepbro wants a feature, bitch
But you know I'm with
reach a 99%
Just to slack, copy and cheat just like the rest
Ya
I'm barely makin...
Fighting immigration
9/11 made them view me full of hatred
have the time for feelings
I been feeling like a threat, 9/11 in the building
Wear my heart on my chest, nigga that's a bet
Only time I ever guess is
It's 9/11 again
I'm dating a succubus
In love with our own reflections
So bored with our mutual boredom
Gorge the void, null and void
Gorge the void,
like a choir
Rest in peace to all my niiggas
Sorry ya'll was victims
Bro while you in heaven tell my grandma that I miss her
I'm the bomb 9/11
I'm
flows vegetarian, blue sky aquarian
Light shine radiant, my principals have variants
That shift like the heavens blowing up 9/11's
The heathens had
comes to kicking rhymes n***a me don't play
They complain and say that I'm insane and should be slain
When I just wanna crash into fame like 9/11 planes
been in this bitch high
Could saw it flop but kid it's in sight
A little insight (little insight)
You aint in hype
You a passenger on a this 9/11
five to seven, that haiku does no poetic justice like tryna prove 9/11
Real love come dime a dozen, time is ticking start juicing up, senses' dying only
understand me
After 9/11 everybody just hates me
Ay
It's not my god damn fault
Osama Bin Ladin fucked us up and sunk our boat
I put my camel on it he's not
On the little boys and the grown men
On the whole klan
Never hold in
All of the things
That they hoping we forget
That they don’t regret
I wrote this shit on 9/11
causing 9/11
It's so fucking disgusting you think you deserve parades
When I see you on the internet, I'm filled with burning hate
Out here fucking members
Investigate 9/11 if you wanna know the bomber
Know a crazy shooter she be hoping for drama
She Cherokee and Samoan that's PocahonaMoanna
I'm spitting this shit
all the elements
I'm the bomb
9/11
No evidence
Shhhh
I see writing on the wall
Parallel to Heaven
It's a body on the floor
Panamera, 9/11
Niggas slidin' in the Porsche
Nigga miss me with that gang shit
Cus na you dey blow my mind like the 9/11
Oyinlolu
Nothing me I no fit do
Oyinlolu
There is nothing Me I no fit do
Oyinlolu baby
Oyinlolu
Oyinlolu
for the fam so they don't worry bout nothing
Ima youngin I'm counting my blessings
You cant finesse a finesser
If you try me I blow 9/11
Now you
Could 9/11 really be an inside job
Why would they waste that real estate
The moon landing was totally faked
Filmed in the Hollywood hills
And how
up
Had to get off my d***
Cuz she want that coach bag
Or Berkin bag
On god lil baby gon it
I want that Porsche 9/11
No roof to come with it
My pretty
a Porchsa 9/11 I will pull a 187
Then I'm dipping
Yeah we dippin'
And we swervin'
Twelve be trippin'
Feds be lurkin'
If they crash while tryna catch us they
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