Lyrics:
I was one that got away,
A young and restless renegade
Chasing my dreams, still on the run,
I had some moments in the sun
Years flew by like
this promise was spoken by God
I will be there when you call me
Be your one-man army
I will fight til the battle is won
I'll be your strength when you're
all my blessings from high
Bap Bap Bap Bap
Dawg me ain't no DJ
Only one tune on the replay
Holy Ghost fill me
'Til every devil want kill me
I'm for your
Jantamata kilanja kabakaba ah
A eh Jantamata kabakaba
See this young girl passing by e dey burst my brain ah
A eh eh eh e dey burst my brain ah
holes in designer sweaters (Bozo)
All my niggas are demons
The sticks chop without reason (Up 'em)
Flash is God seen by these heathens
New York's a war
this big booty bitch right back from East Atlanta
I was posed to be on private jet, PJ don't mean pajamas
I was posing on IG I had the hoes correct my
on the sleeve kind of guy. His love language is gift giving. When my dad came back from the piano store, my mom was mortified. My dad had just purchased a baby
show
Coming from a righteous home
Fight is on, or my cologne
Oil khamis or my thobes
Ain't nothing less than pride
Peep my eyes, no secrets lie
In this
, strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas, makin' G's
This is for the critics if you live up
Pick up my shit or I'll
Be back doin'
are taking our life back and army ready to attack
Rise from the ashes of the fallen a storm of anger and pain a fist clenched by the defiance
My skins
grooving
Slowing time down wondering if we still moving
Ocean to my right, at night that's my music
In Rythm with my wave, call it fluent
Influenced by
cos I get you
Flex you
Grabbing my arm she so sexual
Time for round 2
Garn get this special
Tropical vibes
Build a spilf and get high
Cutest girl by my
Loading up on syringes, it takes a lot to admit this:
Slangin dope with the hope I'd find my love and elope
But life is brief and full of grief
So you
ask somebody that
The people that's most affected, by this war
are the so-called hip-hop generation
The Army is the best kept secret in the whole
tryin
Why most of my brothers dying
Bodies dropping and yeah
You gon hear the sirens
Cause we labeled from our skin
Not from within
Why they treat us
now
Kick the spurs in, start hoedown
Oh, this Texas boy is getting too reckless
Sorry, mama, I just wrecked the GS LEXUS
I was tryna impress this chick
a scientist..(you're a person, you ought to think that)
None of this is able to work without an army.. (there's no need)
vaporizin' my spit and turnin' liquid
to what I called my life
Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by army, beast, or flood
em that ain't what it is
What you thank
I told my nigga delo
We gon rob the bank
Like what you say
Them niggas mad
I know they see I'm getting paid
I
a days homicide is my steez
Collecting my cream, I'm living your dream and peeping your scheme
Put you on lean from right hooks, pausing your jux
You
the time to beg from no lad
Anti social see I blocked my own dad
Can't trust a soul ka their goal is stab
Don't wana be a killer so I stay in the lab
But if
can't control myself, it's like my palm itch
Me and my people the army yeah, fuck a navy
I will never like this country unless you pay me
Aye, yuh
I talk
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
about it
If you live by it, your going to die by it
Watch your words, you can lie about it
Capping rap niggas you all be quiet
A gun is useless
If you are
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