Lyrics:
this bitch cut up
Let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit
And you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit
Some niggas beat cases
the God in me
And I want you to see, I can walk on water
Thousand miles from shore, I can float on the water
Father, hold me close, don't let me drown
I
they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up
They
ain't shit but the devil
Tell them motherfuckers to get up
And get up on a
Whole 'nother motherfucking level ism
NASA, whole world wants to know
What you
knees
Pay home submit you can't defuse my scheme
Cause I'm the fresh prince and this is my regime
To all other rappers you're being subdued
I don't
niggas know you can’t
Really fuck with that
Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic
GOOD music together we too Jurassic
Niggas straight plastic
Ramadan
straight to da melon
Straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells
Go straight home
Never slip, my Ill Will to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin
I wanna walk back home
I won't feel so alone if I walk back home
Aye
Ima
Ima
Ima real stunt boy
Ima real turnt boy
I been walking by the mile
I just
jealous
Okay smarty, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're standin' on the wall
on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
the dirt and I'm digging for answers
I'm digging for more
Sometimes I can't recognize who you are
Everyone around me had a goal to level up
I be claiming big
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
the rhythm that make you move
Can't hush the bum rush, we bust the sound
With these sonic bombs, feel the pressure all around
Raise the level I'm up again
come home, get kissed on
Make that boy use his feet like Flintstone, you know we been on
Turn this shit up to the max
Done seen how bad it get
decapitate it
I can't feel my face, but baby girl can you please get me out my place
Give me some time
Shit I've been through a lot for a day
We standing face
living will get you took
Thinking it can't happen to you and then it do
Off crooked schemes, this just a dream
Floating face down in the mainstream
up somthin real ???
Level of madness extasy shrooms and acid
Beats release but you can't find me in lake placid
Finnaly in missouri dissily struttin
you to know
Wanna build you up never break you down i just need a crown you to come out
Gimme all ya trial put em to the ground we can walk em out we
Baby when I
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you when I see you
I scribble X and Os in my notebook
Checking how
see you
Baby when I
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you when I see you
I scribble X and Os in my notebook
the loss, to wherever
some clever college edu-ma-cated individual
With financial status JUST to mess what the BANK stated
Girls love it, and you can't look
on track
Don't wanna go but you stay on my heart
Baby you stay on my mind like a tat
When I come home I'll eat up snacks
Make a lil love how you like that
Be
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