Lyrics:
to rip them
I guarantee you will forgive them
Come again, no introduction, you know my name
Soul brother
Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling
off
Not the dead way sexual bed or pedi stool
Wit heavy porn her walls get torn for real my D ever long
Man you lames cant get wit it been sick wit it
the Oakland c's to all the Beatles
To the seven c's and de la soul and george and weezy
The ghost of warren zevon and the heroin needles of carmelita
Hey
up)
That girl head so good, call her the devil, she took my soul (soul)
She started out fast, then went slow, I'm like, "Woah" (woah)
This bitch head
hit the phone
I'm a ghost
Yeah, I'm watching you close
You can hear my voice whispering
I'm haunting your soul
Feel the cold as I roam
Through
righteous it was not meant to be
So what you say?
I got down and prayed
The Lord is my savior he do not play
He put the book in my hands and told me my son
come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything
(those niggas?)
I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (those niggas?)
I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga
I can
a silky Kimono
Said the streets, the snakes, plus Governor Cuomo
Flashes out the window, people takin' my photo
She knew I wasn't gon' be no husband, not
store
Sold my soul, achieved all my goals
And I'm surrounded by propofol
Sycophants, security, my agent and rat hoes
Telling me my shits lit when my
cnalogue control, you'll never take my soul,(6) you'll never take my soul
Double “U”FOS(UUFOS) for those who didn't know
Used to fear the ghosts, now we
The grand vieser born with the stripes,like a sand tiger
Steph curry taking bulls by the horns till i'm dog tired
Tell the umpire suck me off, my bronchal
through me
And I start to drown
And there's not enough room
In this world for my pain
Signals cross and love gets lost
And time passed makes it plain
An explosion of dopeness
From the dopest recording
Glory to the gory stories
Imported from my cortex
I'm what they play first, play next, and play last
Put my
who it is
(Noreaga)
Not now son maintain and stick to the biz
(Nas)
Yo you hidin it, let a nigga know what he ridin wit
(Noreaga)
A'ight
money so fuck yo opinion
Got the nine by side collecting my interests
Ima run up on his body he don’t know who did it
Ima ghost with the fire heat to his
the Rock on my hip, more like a goat when I ball
You like a rat in the hole, stuck in a trap and you gone
Snapping back but you smalls, you ain't ready for
and my waves
Beneton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we clapping
Hats on, protecting your moms, you know how we play
Spray something down if
always first place
Headspace, mind on Mars
Drive by, fly like star
Who wanna play a game or two?
Jokes on you
Jokes on you
Jokes on you
Jokes on you
Jokes
through me
And I start to drown
And there's not enough room
In this world for my pain
Signals cross and love gets lost
And time passed makes it plain
And I start asking why
You gotta slow down your breathing
You gotta slow down your mind
My mom don't know what to do, so she just stand by my side
Man, I
a cell by myself
Man you couldn't imagine it
They fed me some shit I wouldn't feed to my dog
Man that shit was the nastiest
Can you imagine me losing
of the ship
When you dividing the pie, rats come, it's all math son
So is it really really real? Or do you need to shapen up my G?
I'm a tree, you know peace
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
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