Lyrics:
let em off... (bang)
Don’t make me set it off... (gang)
Virgil Abloh off white.. that’s that boy if u get right?/
Niggas always rap by the 36, like
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
the ceiling
(I never knew I'd)
I don't do Black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive
a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
'fraid of heights
Ms. Jade have you whinin? by the end of the night
Try and try and have 'em sick when I board the jet
Dough from bets, fuck around and saw
Big rims on every ride?
Cause I got to, I got to nigga
Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop 'cris, smoke dro, and get that white
Don't worry
is all a big commotion, somewhere the birds are all in motion
Yearning to the back
And home where they belong
And the love you once thought, long
at all except what could be done with that unremarkable patch of dirt
They made beautiful gardens
And behind powerful pearly white picket fences they
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Haze, dress me in gray
Slide on my face
But don't turn to white
Some smiles for crying
Lovers for dying
And paint souls in traces
Haze, cover
purp'
Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches
I mean the shit is fuckin' ridiculous, fuckin' ridiculous
I mean the shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Five
side by side
We'll show the world what's right
EDNA
Looks like i'm touchin' up my roots tonight!
MOTORMOUTH & ENSEMBLE
Then we'll be
Big, blonde
Ah, Yeah
Ah
I go by the name of I go
X-K on the beat
I go by the name of
X-K Magnum!
I go by the name of
Sispence on the mix
I go by the name of
X-K
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
of the Greenwood
As the birds sing blithe 'til the end of the day
As the sunlight died
On the brow of the Greenwood
There she spied a young maid by the road was
they big bone
Like birds in the park, just watch when I'm dropping
I tend to get my shit on
Tell you bout that big stage is where I belong
For eons
Eons
high, draw swift out the holster
Rude boy ragamuffin, roots and culture
It gets deep, I scuba dive beneath the street
Then rise through concrete with new
white on rice on Condoleezza
Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature
Betta get ya casket bastard I'm gon' eat cha
We ain't in the same weight
mine
From the roots to the roof, all my G's are together
She the sweetest of females, big bump oh gosh, let me test my luck
This is a gorgeous one,
sailing across the lake
And they got swallowed up by a big fat snake
There's bread and cheese upon the shelf
There's bread and cheese upon the shelf
beating cowards in my weakest hour
C'mon champ the seasons ours
This chapter like the 19 Raptors, I'm Kawhi
The rapper turned factor I'm not gettin' by
it, you comin' right back.
Comin' right back yeah you comin' right back fo' da,
Cocaine.
This for them white girl movers,
Big dreams of makin
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