Lyrics:
jumped far
Over their side gate full speed like a stunt star
Hopped another fence, I ran by a fricken dog
Stopped for a second just to kick it in the jaw
instead
Woman, have you lost your kind?
There are snakeskin stealers seething
In the afterlife
Christian in the advent house
You confess the incarnation
listens
I believe I'm a god
I'm just no Christian
Just another kid with a vision
Aye yeah
I put the keys in the ignition
Go 180 cause no one fucking listens
I know a lot of people out there scared they're gon' die
A couple of them thinking they'll be livin' in the sky
But while I'm here livin' man I gotta
Said I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Or I'll be the boogie woogie woman, in her boogie woman gown
And I'll boogie woogie you with
than my homies limousine
I be sinnin' in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
from state to state,and bring her nigga the pound
She'll let you use her house, so you can hide tha work
A real soldierette'll hold the thang off in here
Em no go bad
If we pull up on a Rolls
Em no go bad
Em no go bad
I buy my own house
Turn up
in a expensive cloths
Em no go bad
Gbenene knack am
'em in jail
Antifa burnin' down buildings but
Never servin' in cells
They turna gospel to Gotham
They want these Christians to bail
But, y'all want beef
never met ya
Went from platinum to just sterling metal
I told you before boy do your chores
You now in our house
In the game throwing paper everywhere
We
one (one)
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
Bitch, you're just mad, you think you know me, you don't
You don't know the real-life situations I've been through and what really goes on in my
park in the street
This old ass Karen need to get off her knees
Sucking the feds up cause she is a fiend
Saying she work for the HR
All you do is sit
the mattress, then fill up another one
Fuck on her in that Patek, I bought her another one
Kick my shit, I'm in this bitch, we're lit by three hoes (lit by, lit
yeah
Eko Fresh in da motherfuckin' house
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Also, Junge, check das aus
Besser, du bist Optimist
Jetzt wird dein Block
like something don't fit with the image
I cant lie man I moved as a kid
But shit man, man I kept my mates
I remember my house in Falconwood
the last
Christian loubs these bloody shoes
Walk him down stand over you (Bop bop)
Too many shots he won't pull through
Closed caskets funerals
He keep talking about
Christian, give me Louis too
I got the beach house by the lake
That I got even though I hate it
I just got it 'cause that's what I do
I want the Finer Things
the future or chased by the past
Faced with the race you forget to go fast
Saw my poor soul swinging in plastercast
Like looking in the mirror
Different glass
I got the midas touch in my eyes a gorgon stare
Stuff the pussy full of white like a build a bear
I don't mean to be vulgar but it's in my culture, by
like Karen damn
bussed down you still staring damn
I'm not sharing damn.
Late night back seat in a black trans am
Before I go to sleep I count the cash
at the white house
It's not aligned in his mind of occupyin' 'til his dying day
But he found out the hard way
And it's no surprise coming from these
to be mentioning
Like every single day I struggle just with fitting in
Plus the boys won't give me no attention and
I get teased and made fun of by all my
him beat box
I'm the shoota and the poppa
It's problems when I hop out
In the class by myself nigga
You must be a dropout
I air that whole house out
You
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