Lyrics:
my liberian english
Barely pronounce grass 2 grace
I'm not a howard kid, just an advocate
Hope my preach reach your door, like the latter day saints
never end like the holiday
Turn my haters to followers now it's Latter-day
Hold up
Lemme redirect my energy
It's obvious I got lovers, haters
No in
as a dream now it’s all vivid
Cause I’m doing everything that I set out to do
Become a victim or a man the only routes to choose
Yeah
I chose the latter
it’s happening
I’m saddened when it ‘Hap’ again
I’m mad about the labyrinth
Don’t matter beginning again
No latter men living to win
A fad reminiscent
Meek Milly had to get smoked
Back to back like Death Row
Rack City wasn't dope
Tyga had to let go
Cash Money had a pattern
Universal was a latter
(moving straight up the latter), straight under qualified, (but for them), it don’t matter, (getting raise after raise), do black lives really matter? (In
Pitter patter on the latter make the liquid splatter
Little paddle make her battle quiet up the chatter
Mix em up and stab the dagger serve it
this fucking chop hit yo fucking house get it gone bitch I’m from the town Middle East nigga
Going up the latter now I’m on
can’t hang with em
Cuz I’m gone bang like Kwali
Talib of the lip
With southern quality
Man Im climbing up the latter
My standard is the best
I demand
still not in the hall Fame
Fame doesn’t matter
But all flows matter
Briefcase at the top someone pass the latter
Fuck the manners
CTE fucks my
you
Yee
That’s the truth of the matter
They on my dick cause my pockets got fatter
We goin up but we don’t need a latter
Whenever we push up they
the latter
This rap shit is like a ladder
I'm staggering all you faggots half assin a nigga passion
Flashback to the kid in class, it was tragic you can't
or teachin them balance
And how to value they health
Attain the knowledge of self
They either choosing the latter
Or massive damage gets dealt
I been on my grind, I ain't had no time to be chillin.
Ima need me a latter to stack this money to the ceiling.
I been counting all day, man my
kidding
Soon or latter gotta rap and y’all don’t even have the presence
Man I like a bitch with dollars think I gotta money fettish
Attention everybody
Latter the combatant dont matter
Within a pattern to patter to pitter
Cavern you rather i didnt chatter
The phater i get to matter mad hatter
To rip your
I'll take the latter so once I hit the light switch
I need some answers, not what I might get.
She ignored me until she saw me, not a bright b****.
Now I
average.
When nothing don’t even matter. 2x
And your focus is up the latter
Don’t be a piece to the pattern.
different from the latter
Looking through my eyes see no right or no wrong
Cause its every man's choice too find where he belongs
People be singing along but
em to get to the attic
You start at the bottom and climb up the ladder
You really you fake im thinking the latter
And we cannot have it
No not
the latter
Wisdom is an accident of suffering. Only cumming matters.
Rip my clothes off, blue and black
In a hearse with a mattress in the back
I’m
stood
I'd rather choose the latter
That examples for his hood
Fuck a pattern
Killer swagger with a dagger
Get my point paranoid
Fill his void with my toy
Homie those are bad tendencies
Couldn't wait to run to massa just to join the enemies
Don't wanna work the latter so they stayed deputies
Please don't
lights
They simply say go
But the blueprints they push
From the system are void
Follow my passion or follow controls
The latter gets hunted by vultures
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