Lyrics:
with him, so he be the same
And when you are who you are, then that's easy to claim
They preach loyal like that, they taught it like that
Did what
and fingers bleed
Working like a mule, maybe more
We been farming on this land
Since eighteen hundred ten
Through flood, drought, pestilence and war
not to laugh?
Man i did it all for "then" but its surely hurting now
Truth is I get played a lot by the people that I love
Then I end up building
green all of it I gotta burn
Staying on top of ya head like a hair perm
Look, I'm just writing rhymes and twisting up
Bet against me boy you should be
(Picasso on the go)
My psyche got me trippin'
My psyche actin' different
It's sickenin' and it's vicious
Inflicted by the business
Talked
up like rock, scissors, paper
I am on another planet I am on another level
When I put my pen to paper I'm possessed by God or the Devil
Maybe both
Daemonium
Daemonium
Red devil red devil red devil
War ridden soul it's til death do us part then the beef settled
Just like a bitch on the rag
You go through
suspend my knickers
Their whole style, it depends on knickers
Y'all wanna talk, wanna dance like knickers
Fuck a mule, I want the land, my nigga
Villa
Imma risk all get all know that imma ball
Imma gon double up no trouble it look like i copped the mall
When I pull up you gon hear me for you see me
gave it no life
You so dark how’d I’d let you hide in my light
Simple cuts and the slights, how I ain’t doing you right
I feel like I’m growing you like
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
By the end of the night
We gon' make us a movie
Staring yours truly
You can give me alll your coodies
Eat it like a snack
Yeah I'm a Foodie
Stroke game
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
Syndrome plus they gotta case of FOMO
Fast forward the night wish they could replay it slow-mo
Wondering how they woke up next to a chick that look like Momo
Telling my niggas that I love 'em now but it ain't nobody listening
Whistling, hanging out the window, need me some indo
'Till I let go, like, me silky
testament
Been told by reverends to pay attention to the devil's tricks
Isn't it evident why they're looking so devilish
Holding their crucifix like it's
Smokin' like a Taylor at my table, uh
It's Pushaz Inc., the motherfuckin' label, and that XO
All my niggas on that dick, we sold ourselves to the devil
someone who knows it Satan knows it
Satan shows it
Hold up lets take the pace and slow it
It's like I have a picture
Of what I wanna be
And the artist in me
Hoes get dicked, properly dealt with
Meanin you die slow, like I'm givin out hives in stereo
Clue, world class dinero, dress it up
Put it on the streets
me
Watch out, Gangstas in the street
But who’s left to bleed, there can only be one G
I best defy bout it
Stash house in the mountains
Trap house in
Gangstas in the street
But who's left to bleed
There can only be one G
I wake up every morning, in a house that was built by slaves
New rule, 40 and a mule
me along with my greens up like pot nickel
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't
the skull of a serpent live by the warriors code
Keep them squares out ya circle like PlayStation controllers
Tunnel vision on the dash board dunking on my
Rolling like a pack mule
Anything you need it baby
Boxing up the bedroom
Sunday kinda scary maybe
We should take honeymoon
I know you could use it
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