Lyrics:
Gods)
The way that we lifting up our whole damn mob by letting it fall (lift up the mob)
Cuz being a savior ain't complex (you know it's not)
It's just
tov give YHWH all praise
Lo astrology, wooden crosses, and burning sage
YAH lives, I'm not afraid
Maturate and change my ways
Accountability sustained,
hitting bad bitches up by the two's
Thirteen hundred dollars for sneakers I done spent that on a slot of snooze
Abandoned the whole operation, because shit
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
We just got news live in Mumbai where a fatal car crash has been taken place at 2:30 am in the midnight when a truck rammed into a Red LaFerrari.
The charismatic get the hoes and job
Or depending where you live it's just the hoes with the jobs
Most pimps had they roles get proposed by a broad
I know that
dont even find it strange
If Im seen as a villain then call me Lady Tremaine
Not Cinderella its Cruella please address me by my name
Please do not call
to hear this first
All my heartbreaks live in lyrics and tempos, not always broken by girls it's sometimes broken by friends
I haven't heard my father say
a mattress
Now I have two phones, and each a matching Patek
Do I even deserve to live lavish
And it took three shots, was nervous had to pass it
Started Kobe,
that you can hide hol on
Two hoes at twelve thirty they want me down deep inside
Use a rubber if you don't live her fuck a snack that you should try
I'm
weign saks
Real street nigga no time 4 rats
Flick by 12 do the dash
Long Live Bank
Real street nigga
Real street nigga
All I see is da cash
Real street
they copy US
They gon see
Art of War's in my blood, tread lightly
Be like Lee
Channel Bruce how I live my life,
I'm a Warrior, living by the code
ninjas
Smoke a owl I cant go without it
Me and my crew we always joke about it
In the back of the tour bus
With a gorgeous
Little ho just fucking all four
a madman
I'm eatin more fowls than Pac-Man
I got props, loungin by the shops
I don't need cops I bust shots with my glock
Now bitches want to see me
and punk
bounce that shit
Now here I am, chillin' in the 212
I got my shawty by my side
And my two live crew
Makin' noise, wakin' the hood
Fuck they gon' do? I got
breath
Two brothers back to back
Missing one brother but we'll finish the track
Me and my crew, we used to be so tight
But ever since he gone I keep
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
projects
Learn that time is the same on Casio or Rolex
Knowledge James, chapter two
Verse one through six
But try not to judge a man
By the price of his
focus got me noticed by my vocals
Hoping that my broken heart would open doors to going global
Antisocial as a juvenile didnu0027t want my crew to wild
the mic I hold
I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You
two cones
and have a game of snooker down fukin' Capones
some people believe hip-hop's from Harlem
fcuk that we're coming live from St Balam
keepin' it
We cut, produce, and emcee
That's true
You're fucking with a two man crew
We got a run
It's all about having fun
But the countdown
Ends at one
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
Fuck hoes raw dog
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