Lyrics:
Should be in photography
With all of my great shots
C'est vrai, I'll leave a smoking gun
But by the time you've found me
The job is already done
All this
Surrounded by the people that I'm with
All the bad shawties that have come through
Ugh
Top floor now but we built this in the basement
Testament to just how
, there be no currency for these emergencies, time to take action
Just this, one time, no rewind, please be kind
Jah sent a sign that the end is near,
Rocking baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em
How they rock silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in
on
Body body silk Versace
Nasty naughty
Exquisite taste, rain on me
Wear you out, rain on me
Exquisite taste, rain on me
Wear you out, rain on me
For me
money ain't the topic, homie, I ain't even talkin'
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool with all the bosses
Catch me flossin' at the mall, talkin
cliques
Around me I'm surrounded by the most devoted clique
We saw the smokers get rowdy for all the potentness
And still ain't know how sick it was in
stackin' bread I need the dough for the times it was slow
Never stressin' about no
Hoe
Top of the mornin' bowl of cereal with the almond milk
Keep my hair
On gang
(On gang)
No lames
(No lames)
All my niggas get treated the same
If I blow up, we all in the game
My time now, I'm feelin' like Dame
(Like Dame)
)
I'll give you my time (until the end of time)
(Until the end of time)
(Until the end of time)
For all time I am with you
You are with me (until
)
I'll give you my time (until the end of time)
(Until the end of time)
(Until the end of time)
For all time I am with you
You are with me (until
pres. was strictly for some looks huh
Oh, y'all really thought that we was footing for Obama still
Fuck a democrat and republican you know the deal
It
Epitaph of Twilight, Midna in my subtext
Linking all my wisdom to halt, the cataclysm
Speaker for the Dead, who writes, through solar systems
Raphael
and go throw it
Hustle up triple come home and go stow it
Y'all wouldn't know it
Fam who you raised by
Bet I'm still rich when the fame die
Silk fabric out
of school and enough education
to raise our living was paused
He who has built, made you pay by migration
For all the suffering that you had caused
When you
and they show synthetic pity
Road blocks are set up by robots, cops to check your code wit a red dot
You can hear man plead for his self esteem
For
TO THIS BAR STOOL ALL ALONE FEELIN’ CONFINED JUST KILLING TIME TIL I CAN HEAD BACK WEST
AND GET BACK TO THAT OLD BAYOU CITY I LOVE BEST
(PER-CHORUS)
AS I
All this time, all my life
I'm asking for nothing, begging for nothing
I'm in control of my fate
All this time, all my life
I' m asking for nothing,
turn around and leave every time I cry
What if one morning we all might disappear
Would you rather turn into a tender melody
I call you mi amor
It means
of this
But baby, don't die 'til the dopamine hit, yo
Ay, this one ain't for Billbo'
You can stream the album on Silk Road
Drug rings judt for more
It's time to slow it down, steadily grinding
And this is, the big Doggy Dogg
And I ain't talking about no Air Force Ones
I just gotta know,
down witcha
Back at the high, '84, '85
Lunch time at the break, hip-hop kid live
No jive, I see Boogie be and Commando
Valentino D, we all had plans
grandmama pray it
And some of my niggas do not
Ain’t no one above it
We all want knots and silk sheets to fuck in
I can learn bout you from shit that you
racks
I don't talk enough
Shot caller, I'm callin' Harden
Up, like, "Yo, come ball for us"
What wе talkin'
Money or these bitchеs? They for all of us
If
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