Lyrics:
Heaven
On Crip, the whole world know what set you was reppin' (Rollin' 60s)
My condolences to your fam, you was a blessin'
Nigga, even Stevie Wonder saw
You never thought that I'd be runner up
You a wonder twin nigga I'm a one of one
Michael jordan couldn't guard me one on one
Chillen with your
I've been
My flows are Eternal Life
My lyrics is the word of God
That's written by the Son of God
The hating us we shunning them
I'm making calls they
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
Intro oya decorate the dance ffloor with your figure 8
Chorus
You make feel like michael jackson
Girl na you wey be my beyonce
My friends been de
Michael Jackson knows
The weights I be jacking those up
Got this weights off my shoulders
Like a toy soldier
Got the sauce
But we miss Juice
Wrld in my
Nevada, I'm feeling all your lights I'm on Navara
I'm rocking my Versace she's on Prada, I pray our souls don't fade away
I'm Michael Jackson to these
to the other side
And I didn't even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
to it
Come and rock with us, all night like Michael Jackson
Leave your guns and knives at home, black, that's all I'm asking
I'd like to go to jams
Johnson, you Larry Bird (damn)
The day they blew up a rocket, I was lookin' at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin'
Double up
Michael Jackson vs.
and Bran’doom DeShay
With my Nigga Domo the Gene’says, you
Hate on the O-F
That’s the best letter in the world
And I’m better better, than your better girl
She
nigga that done been around the world sixty-one times (I want you for very long)
Coke Boy, baby
I was pushing that H by the izzo (by the izzo)
I was
Crooked going Michael Jackson on Thriller
I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin'
on
The Sphinx look like Michael Jackson before his nose gone
Hood as fuck I just act civilized
Live inside the village riots
That you only driven by
What you
and turn on an instrumental
You gotta think before you act cause shit gets consequential
I had a good heart and then they ripped my shit right off
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson
A million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
Michael Jackson
One million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
These rap dads is
Yeah
That pussy talking to me
Yea that's my baby girl
Feel like Michael Jackson
The way you rock my world
This shit right here forever
So forever you my
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
"My
You my favorite rapper"
I tell all my twins that we really dress best
Pushing this weight out the
Stage like a bench-press
He think I'm cappin', say
a row, that's just a game
Big rings in a row all down my fingers
I can't even hold my baggage claim
Tryna snatch you home, my Lithuania
Pass, do you
the cop's out
Rolling, rock-rock, my cock's out
And can you take it, guess where I lunge out
When you step into the ring and get their lines punched out
I
the stash
You smoking on that headache and I'm smoking on this gas aye
It feels like the world is coming to a End
Everybody seeds of God but we still Sin
Rock
and the power, they be in here watchin' Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
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