Lyrics:
Of the sands of time beyond
Beyond the end of it all
Gotta write my name in the dust
Yeah
I gotta write my name
I gotta write my name
In the dust
I gotta write
the faces of those
Who had never got ready for me to explode their heads and rip'em apart!
It was written by me and I will write it again
And still I'm in
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with
I close my eyes spin
Take a breath and I picture us in a place
I can't recognize, cmon!
In the fire I call your name out dances
Up all night tryin'
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
Good morning, class
This is your teacher, MJG
Look at me as I write my name on the board
Class, do you see my name?
Do you understand my name?
Well,
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
ain't even break a sweat
You'd train your whole life, still
Wouldn't be a threat, Bitch
If I go full release
I bet I turn into a demon
Come and stab me in
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
and see
All that evilness in me
Lord help me
Life trying to press me
Like I'm the button to lets see
Crucial violations being done on
You by your bestie
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
coming off clean
I put a bullet in your
Bean, bullet in your cornrow
Bullet in your lean
Put on the safety, switch off the beam
Oi rudeboy, yo
Anytime you
'm no longer with you
In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God
But because you still alive
He got me praying that the spiritual is real
So I
in the
Sand huh! Climb that fence
Damn
By the time I get to the end of my verse
Calisthenics of the tongue
Exercising the first
That's freedom
Clips i'm name flippin' bitch
Charlie Clips/Charlie horse/extended clips
But listen bitch when I let the gun blow
Your DNA will spray on everybody
In
Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon'
Get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll
In my
Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon'
Get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll
In my
the back with MAC's to they neck, rappers waitin to get done in
Back, we tossed his ass out
M.O.B. related, one mo' nigga found shot up with his dick in
nothing and, honey, if nothings gained?
My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
It's how I know now that you understand
There's no plan,
nothing and, honey, if nothings gained?
My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
It's how I know now that you understand
There's no plan,
Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your podcast
Tell the bitch
Maybe next year will be better its been a long December
And I can feel your footprints in the sand
Some things will never go away it don't matter how long
I'm movin' at
You know I let that Mac come
I ain't talkin' laptops
Talkin' 'bout that fast-bot
Fifty in the clip, you disrespect
And that's your ass, ha
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