Lyrics:
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high
Ain't nothing in the world that I won't try
Jimmy got smashed, took his trousers off
Barman said, You boys have
would do you good
God's little gift is on the rag
Poster girl posing in a fashion mag
Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde
Wear your fake fur on the inside
Swear to god They would be livid
I been riding round with zotty
Roll one up before I finish
High as fuck my medication
Shawty wet sayin
Rain rain go away
of sins, I would be able
To meet your purity and I’m not alone
While in this world, in the 21st century
All traditional values are stained with dirt
I always
me
With her words with her rage
God, my ma has forever bruised me
With her words with her rage
When I was a horribly lonely only child
I did not
go harder than both the Carters
Holly Grove to Marcy Gardens
That ain't a artist with the skills I got
I promise, oh my God
I hope it kills them like
precious little dream
Of my little boy
God, after all this time
Why can't you give it up?
Oh no, you not gonna turn this on me
I know I'm a good mama!
want it with the god?
Who want it with the god?
Next,
Spittin so vicious
I been on a mission
The boldest addition
Scotty can never stop
I just
Want
to learn my position
He was sneaky with his moves, by the way he cought my attention
Diamonds rings, jimmy choos
I guess I knew what I liked
Man this worldy
flowing on
A flow master in disaster with a sound that's gone
I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom
For bringing me into this world and so
all excited about revival week
And being moved by the spirit, so to speak
With all the souls we've saved and money we spent
We though God told us
"God don't take my love from me"
Just let her sing a little blue ridge mountain song
Like she has all along
And I'll dance with her till dawn
I'm
Out of sight, I stand alone, a loner
Mr Grey, but here with no Dakota
Flip the pain and rip the game, I told ya
Way back when I was the coldest
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
I feel a little hazey going crazy I still see dots
What's happening lately might need a detox
Skipping stones and cause a ripple with each rock
Asking
You're driving drunk home with your friends
That's how I know
I'll be home alone again to pay your bills
And save your soul
And I say
It's a little
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
fillin gup the room
When Booker jammed with Eric at the funky 5 spot
And Jimmy Cob's job was laying crashes on the top
Butter cops his lid at this
Cooler than a fan (fan), money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me
the hood, she did not have a reaction (skrrt)
With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like, "Fuck those cops!"
Goddamn, it
thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard
Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's
I tweet the link
Shit I made the bass line I don't waste time
I take advantage with these little ass rhymes
I beat the beat up like it was mr derksens
a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should
And oh yeah he also steals pie
My eyes went wide in the shape of pies
With little tiny bananas in side
No brother of mine
Could keep that pie from me!
I
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