Lyrics:
artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this rap
Get a shovel for them cats
I will six feet deep artists
Who rap like rap is supposed to sound?
New cats
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart
Don't you understand what that means?
It means quit lusting after your neighbor
That's a heck of a life
You get to love your children in front
your pride dawg and you know I don't like to
But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you
Killin' you faster than you
boy'll bite you
I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to
But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable, I just slap you
Killin'
disorders
One case, six figures on six different lawyers
I put my soul in every song with limited support
Focused on the output not the outcome big God is
que te vi
Yo tuve en mis fantasías
Hay chula, que serías tú sin mí
Si tú quieres después de aquí nos vamos para el after party
Dile a tus amigas
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
Go
One, two, Gucci's comin' for you (for you)
Three, four, better lock your door (better lock your)
Five, six, he'll take yo' bitch (he'll take
After six days of creating the world
The Lord has surely earned His
Seventh day of rest for instance
Take the day He created the animals
Just as He was
a thief come after dark
To steal away the leaden wreaths
From my cemetery heart
Thrilled to see the light
Bruise-reddened, silhouetting
Murder sites
the sound, the word goes around
From father to son, to son...
And the voice is so clear, time after time it keeps on
Calling you, calling you on
Don't
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5, 6, a-5, 6, 7, 8
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Bathing beauty, say hello
What a cutie, what a peach
Bathing beauty, watch her go
(Alright, Meg,
money like a hostage
She went ostrich, from the projects with posture
I draw with the goddess like an artist
Getting paper with no margins, money gods
I
their kicks after six
Good girls get their kicks after six
(She needs it bad, real real bad)
She wants what she never had
All the things that make
morning being Sunday, several of the boys went to church.
A sergeant commanded the boys in church.
After the Chaplain read the prayer, the text was
I see ya, oh yeah. We're all artists here
And after all
An artist has got to suffer hey
An artist has got to suffer
An artist has got to suffer
Am I
(Wheezy outta here)
I'm ballin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ballin' like LeBron's son
Heartless, don't you start nothin'
Oh, baby, just install this
(Six)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Leave me out the comments, leave me out the nonsense
Speakin' out of context, people need some content
Niggas tryna keep
("Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
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