Lyrics:
You say you know the story of the giant that was killed by the little boy
But do you know exactly when and why Goliath fell
In his hand he held
hold, my kids in the back of her throat
Hit from the back, grip her hair she can't run, holdin' her hand like, girl, where you goin'
All in her stomach,
purring like a
Motor cycle on a supper steroid
Oopsy; ha-ha
O-oh oh
O-oh oh
You know me well well
Sold me well well
Put me through hell hell
My lady, ma ma
pray together
To get us through the bad weather, and we love you forever
Let your thought and my heart go hand in hand
I first thought but to start,
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in
Never hold your hand my momma taught me as a youngin
And never depend on man always be up to something
My sisters and my brothers need the kid my
matter, Rolex that look Heaven sent
By any means just like Malcolm, bitch a nigga hell bent
Drop so much fire devil said I got hell bent
Only right I pull
I'm back
Back up on my hoe shit
I mean my old shit fuck a bitch
Leave her with nothing but a tooth pick
Yeah I'm ruthless
Bust a nut up in Ruth Chris
Gods hands yeah it's in Gods hands
I'm tryna take flight but no wings hold my hand
A thousand years of pain but we pray to this man
Created my own truth
Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll
come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some
jazz
In the middle of my blast that's a fact
Yo, the beat is gettin' abstract
What's the issue
And why is he standin' on his hands
Oh,a b-boy stance
MC
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
it's Occam's Razor and I'm swayze out the door. A hundred million motherfuckers hold me back. Thee hand cannons won't ask 'bout your zodiac, boy.
Get
the Dick through the pants Before she undress Me
I got Problems by the handful now My hands full turn the smart One into Damn fools
I got that Drull that's
wait till my right hand home
Not a week by that my bro ain't phoning
They couldn't live this life that I live
I miss my bros unruly soldiers
Can't fall
gorgeous
I got art ho's on my line, I got skater girls just
Blue faces by the ceiling, everyday it's raining racks
Wake up in the morning, everyday I'm
had it mastered by my teens
Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings
Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams
Motel 6 as I let the beeper
had a fuckin' switch
Boy, you almost got your ass face, aiming that bitch at me
Boy, I slide with my brothers and sister, and we spit on shit
Like Lele
stay secluded bitch I'm hard to find
I'm onto newer shit, they stay behind
Pull up, got a manual transmission
Hold up, I'm just trynna count my digits
Put my heart on my sleeve every night, cause I owe it to you
Put your pain in my hands, cause I told you I would hold it for you
Heavens grace from
the pocket like I’m pointing a pool stick
Boy dumb hot like a hand full of spades
N bout to blow like hand grenades yea
Yeah nigga now tell me wut my life like
none of em write me
Shit fuck if they like me now
Do my own thing
Get on my grown man
Hold no grudge
Come around tell em all scram
Fall in line dummies
became friends with a neighbor on the other side of my fence
He had a purple motorcycle went by a symbol then he eventually switched it back to Prince
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