Lyrics:
a thousand on some sake and some urchin
Swing the Dodge Viper lefty like I'm Randy Johnson
Hand me the Thompson
I'll spill your clams on the carpet
Then
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --> Onyx
[ VERSE 1 ]
Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out
Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools
When
my bruddas by
The skin and they color the world need to change
I been feeling your pain them with people their wicked ways
Trust me been praying for
twin,
Two Glocks up in my hand that bih look like twins,
Shoutout my homeboy, he know me and gang gon talk to twins,
I got an csian shooter, them boys
used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hair piece?
I
let it burn
And if it ain't your turn move your hand
Matter fact did you put in on this man
You sure got dem did all that reachin' and shit
See me
we'll make ya niggaz cry
Hands on your head, knees on the ground
Bitch yous gots to get down
You done seen this shit befo so you know how the story go
time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?
[12 O'Clock]
Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up
Never get your weight off
Howard. Pussy, look at me smile
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas
to my arms
Take my hand
I'm full of grace
Lay your troubles over me
Feel the beat of my heart.
This is the end for mankind
There will never be
Another
my first studio at like
12 or 13 somewhere in that season
Of my life, singing along with the radio
Became me wanting to be on radio
You know
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
the club hoe I'm loaded up
Who told these niggas I was friendly?
Don't care about your life, go against me
I keep a 4/4 on me like Wendy's
Don't pull up
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
razor sharp rhymes aimed at your ear drum
I’m from the center of the Sun that’s where I come from
The planet Earth doesn’t make sense to me
You got people
You got people up in your face
Judgin' you by the cash or the place you live
Ain't that sad
Around here it don't phase us a bit
Honestly we don't give
of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even
I got two twin Glocks named Bonnie and Clyde[00:27.19]They got full clips and stay by my side[00:30.22]Imma tote your ass, nigga catch me by
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
The Power Of Their Dreams Can Make
My Hands Fly Again
Life Is Not Being Easy On Me
But Thanks To All My Fans
I Will Always Be
[Jason & Main Choir]
to the top floor
I'm pushin' it, need a rush
The way I'm out on your body, the way your body touch
Straight to the penthouse, elevate
Let me put my hands
to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo
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