Lyrics:
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (coka baby cribs mania)
Brown paper bag (we are simply the BEST the VERY BEST)
You all niggas
Justin Hammer made a bunch of drones
But Ivan's at the wheel
Now War Machine and Iron Man
Are fightin' off the drones
Tony starts to realize he cannot
Save
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
, came with the dead flow, dead hook, dead pan
Stare man down like dude you a dead man if you try spit
Those at the event fam
You are not
Blessed,
food when an old black man - sat down at the table by me
He looked me in the eye and said, “How do you do, - my name’s Cushinberry.”
Said I was born in
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
the apocrypha
It is written in the apocrypha and in the book of revelation
I know you're talking about the King of Kings
And the child that sat across the table
is my Adderall
Where the fuck is all my weed
Where the fuck did I leave my god damn wings
Your kids are your kids are in there tw... they're adults now
I saw an ad pop up, I'm like, "Wait, oh my God!"
You see, I had a really long day
And I just could not turn down an Asian massage
So, I called 'em
matter-fact we suggest it
You won't be let down by the King, Mr. Majestic
The Son of God one of a wide selection
But who else has a check in the column for
To make me go blind
Even if he sat me down in the
Sun and gave me those eyes
Comprehend it well and I could smell
The soberness evaporating by it'self
He
might just change, right?
Keep ya head to the sky)
Ya hear?
Keep ya head to the sky, not for a mystery God
But times are hard, take a look
and told him
'You'll be okay'
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplanin'
They hopin' that they catch they big break
What are
Man it’s all about gettin' right
I’m just trying to live my life the best way I know it
Sittin’ back, makin’ calls. God do you hear me?
I’ma leave
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
me your watch. I want to see how they look together
Jim sat down and smiled
Della, said he
Let's put our Christmas gifts away and keep them a while
to try myself
I fell down but got out the dirt said I'll get it out the mud
Even if I grind by myself
When you make plans without God he gon' laugh at you
gone, I feel that man's pain
Daddy sat me down and said: "that came with the game"
Shake my head, roll up the window, turnin' up the music
So much
minutes
Nothing lasts forever, for these sins I seek repentance
Shots fired, another gone, I feel that man's pain
Daddy sat me down and said: "that came
the old man: "You are right.
I won't gainsay it. God forbid, I won't even try".
They were still outside, surrounded by the white.
"She died a woman
Comin out from iniquity, Back then was a felony
I was Saved By The Christ, yet The World tryna pressure Me,
“Man you sound like a fool!” that's what they
goin down
Gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
F***ing with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew
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