Lyrics:
Don't ever talk to my line
Unless you lost in your mind
You'll be trapped for all time han
I beg you hide from the rhyme
For you cry on the lines
And you
a baby
Sounds crazy like come on y'all
Now you tell me he's coming back
And gon' crack the sky i'm like "Haha"
But you draw the line
That we can find Him
forgetten
That personal space exists?
How long it been again?
Was it 2 hours or 10?
You know what, forget the line
Let's hear the organ
I know life's been
know who
Get in line if you still want it because there's a queue
I see you looking over while rolling with your crew
Like you're about to make a take
a silver line
Dry your eyes, see the sky, every cloud has a silver line
I just won the fight of my life
Paying the price of living right almost cost me life
(Who do you think you are?)
Who do you? Who do you? Who do you?
Who do you? Who do you? Who do you? (Blowing up my line)
Who do you, who do you think
This is for my people with the fire inside
We ain't with the world we renewing our minds
Standing in the word so we walking that line
No more water
No
the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I want to run through the halls of my high school
I want to scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just
How to live, how to love, how to kill, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got my greasy little mind
Focused on your credit line
URL there you are
Add the 9,
say in my rhymes)
It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line
You need to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?)
You be overreacting (Man)
slept on my lyrical ability to blow
Gave another nigga credit for inventing my flow
I'm a child of God, witness the rising son
From the cradle
the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I want to run through the halls of my high school
I want to scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just
minded nigga that's hasty to give credit
Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits
They heavily defended airfields
But they bodies rot behind
Sir, step aside,
These people were here first.
As you can see, the line forms over there.
We're all in a hurry sir.
Your claim is no worse.
if treasures involved
I wouldn’t follow my exes
Made sure I pay em in debit cus they hate giving me Credit
Ain’t mean for this to be personal this
credit
Sending shots without a medic
Four bands from my edit's
My exes, "Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha" they regret it, heh
Yeah nigga, I said it, mm
Two hunnid bands
Black and gay
I wonder if they'll ever claim us
HIV, I've got HIV, can I still be famous?
Will they wait 'til I'm dead to give me credit
These
have to edit
Long as I get that credit
Don't never need that debit
Pain in my soul embedded
As black as the path I'm headed down
Smash the mirror shed
whores with us
We can do it big, jet skis and four wheelers
Pop a couple Spades
I might let you ball with us
Hit a couple stings, nothin' personal
Raw
any
And all personal junctures
I'll back off to school
Organic what's-coming-to you restitution
Up with sorta unconventional instruction
Positively
Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon
Not part, not half
But the entire sum
No money down
No credit line
'Cause a little boy tells me
You're
strike, movin' on a diagonal line
The rook's trapped
Scholars they want the books back
The piece, they turn us off
The moment they look back
The castling
I'm getting lethal with these nice lines
Creeping through your speakers
Catch you sleeping like a thief of in the nighttime
Young Doms, none of you
SUCKA MCs WONT YOU
Please come out and play?"
I made a personal journal entry
Level position to get paid
Time over working paper chase
The dragon breath
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