Lyrics:
[Intro: Cappadonna]
Stay ya'll, atonement, this one is for you, yessir, aiyo
[Cappadonna:]
Aiyo, I grab flows and throw 'em with a twist
Capo-Confuscious, throw up my fist if we compatible/ No love? Fuck it, then let's battle/ Ammo explode, machine gun rattle/ Everybody scatter, hysterical/ Sirens,
naked body on D's
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
From every hood to block to park to street
Money movtivated goal in a dream.
Like martin luther king.
Hesitators pause.
While we crack they jaws.
Swoopin over they town like super balls.
don't shop for car parts
Park my car on the side of
The road by an Aston Martin
In a Versace helicopter
Never speaking proper
Pull up at the doctor's
remind me of a lawn knit
Maybe like Martin and Gina
"OG, you ever seen that girl?"
He like, "Shit, I never seen her"
I ain't like them other niggas,
the classroom crunk
Got benny by my Shit so I stay supa drunk
Ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
Jon introduced me to the gang I'm hot like refa A!
fresh out hit the button top recline
I'm glowing on the pine down martin Luther king
I'm looking like a dream cause the Chevy so clean
Dem j's on gleam
they defeated at, is my connection on-lines
And all the money they really spitting is Ethernets
They throw you niggas some pennies and make you rap
we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door,
and knowledge is one thing that we lack
You've been a Christian how long and you're still on similac
So I call on Martin Luther and all the reformation back
by with all that back make the kid say rahted clahrted
Any opp boy get sorted target any violation tarnished
Ima top tier target Cah dem man hate
hinged upon deposit slip
From forefathers overdrawn account
S- so far balance ain't been positive
We're handed garbage by lawyers
Polished with that, uh,
to compare me to mediocres
Throw dirt on my name
But I'm a meaty ogre
And don't forget that I still always get Fiona
Donkey years alone
That's over
You better
America can spark a flame until it’s off and it burns
We often discern or Oval Office talked by a perm and some fake take lines to show he awfully stern
We
full of whites, I do my own laundry
Not a stain on me, just the piece on me
I don't bend or fold, It ain't a crease on me
I kept It short like Martin
my burn ya
Spf 5 0
And I got the ice
You think I'm nice
Like Captain Cold
Throw a few bowls in the stove when I'm starting out
Ingredients in
attention to the game
Carmelo's Free throws
Heartbeat of a G uh
Flow fever, need a
Keeper, bad diva
Like Marie Free
Thinking of 106 ways to earn mansion keys
a cracked screen
Uh
Hold the phone
The rap game overthrown
By that young born sinner Rex is where he's known to roam
Let he who's ready to die try to throw
coincidentally
Stripped of their lives and all their futures
Shout out to the super-duper Martin Luther
Another great killed by another loser
How peculiar
Now I
ours
The world full of zombies
And they never was smart
Head shot head shot
I'll die for my daughters
I'm Martin and Malcolm
And every other martyr
on the mic a carnivore
Smoke by the pound one step breaks the floor
Roots from my boots branches higher than the roofs
Only smoke that loud you can throw away
i’d get to defy
All forms of gravity
And would reach all things that entered my mind
Now sitting couches watching ceiling as the winter goes by
Mind
give a fuck
Hit from the back in the tub
Hit in the back of the club
Hit it and throw ha a dub
Both real clean
Both real nasty
2019 look right past me
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