Lyrics:
Adidas
Jig you I know how to fix you
Pretty boy niggas frontin' hard is the issue
Word to my unborn you get scolded
Old and molded when I get bent you get
ungrateful
Ma, I put you on the map, molded and shaped you (ha)
You supposed to thug it out (uh-huh) instead you buggin' out
If that's what loves about I
the One who molded and made us
Won't turn away from the grace he poured on the poorly pagans
Enduring pain for his haters not pouring flames on the traitors
can't fold it. or it's old and molded.
And the crust get golden.
[Chorus x2]
You stay the night cause you say my life is exciting
Wake up still drunk
rolled in
Thats why I stay golden
Till the cake is rollin
And you just cant fold it
Or its old and molded
And the crust get golden
Chorus
We're done but
rolled in
Thats why I stay golden
Till the cake is rollin
And you just cant fold it
Or its old and molded
And the crust get golden
Chorus
We're done but
hoodie
She got beat for some clothes and her rep
With her chin up, she scolded all y'alls molded
When I'm rich, on your neck I will step
And step she did
over this hoodie
She got beat for some clothes and her rep
With her chin up, she scolded "All y'all's molded
When I'm rich, on your neck I will step"
the others
Computer age, computer age, computer age
Precious metal lines
Molded into highways
Running through me
So microscopically
Days and nights
movin' like locomotives
I think you had too much potion
You makin' it hard to focus
She say I'm the dopest but that's
What I was molded to be
I got these
Love in the cup of my life
There was love in the cup of my life
I painted live waters, lightning, my lovers
Made birds out of lapis, snakes molded in
over everything, yeah
Six miles to a real messiah
Steady waiting for a king since Jeremiah
Or really since me molded
China and the Carolinas
Just
Sitting on an angry chair
Angry walls that steal the air
Stomach hurts and I don't care
What do I see across the way, hey?
See myself molded in
They seem so removed from romance"
"They've been broken in churches and schools
And molded to middle class circumstance"
And we were rolling, rolling,
lunatics, molded me
I got a tattoo, it's a joke I keep a secret
I need everyone to notice me
But maybe that's how it's supposed to be
Maybe that's how
asylum in Cuba
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah
We're molded from the same mud, Assata
We share the same blood, Assata,
Ooh,yeah
From rags to riches, here I stand
Shaped and molded by your loving hand
With faith and trust unshaken
You led me all the way
Through
to her
But she's free with political asylum in Cuba.
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah
We're molded from the same mud,
Sitting on an angry chair
Angry walls that steal the air
Stomach hurts and I don't care
What do I see across the way, hey?
See myself molded in
They seem so removed from romance"
"They've been broken in churches and schools
And molded to middle class circumstance"
And we were rolling, rolling,
You went away without a warning
Left me in a cold world on my own
You molded me into your special woman
Now the soul I have is not my own
Look
bed
Wherever I smell food
It could even jail food
Stale food that's molded
A roach is what I am fool
The ghetto is my land fool
I'm a never be
know there's niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and void
A little gossip make little people feel more important
My friend blue he runs the show
With hot pink purple china glow
His family trees are molded
No longer grows in summer
He holds it closer, lets it
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