Lyrics:
you're looking at a captain
Jump aboard you won't sink
25 should have got a Porsche no tints
Rolled by and I sold Nines in the mist
Got Mo stacks turned 18
you
Would you fade alone
Repress and simmer
Bolstered
Given enough
Accost
They think they have vision
Spellbound by man-made fire
Fire
No hope
Or fear
acting
“Feminine.”
When Giovanni’s father asked him if he was gay, He replied
“Yes.”
His father replied by beating him And shooting him in the chest.
I
Flowing fire like it's pruno, I'm hot and I'm lit
I treat my wife like she's Juno, a goddess in myths
I got no problem with this, my better half
I'm
Yo, fam! I need you to give me three wishes, bruh!
Listen, I really need this for real, man!
Be a nice Genie and give me what I want, yo!
I'm not
alive
And He's raising the dead
Lazarus
He's raising the dead
Jesus couldn't stay in the grave
3 days dead so all men could be saved
Not by works just
I wake up fine and dandy, but then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
I wake up fine and dandy, but then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
And as it stands it seems that I never land
I sight by laser beam float inches above the sand
Birds prey exit larger than the point of entry
The son
of the wretched
And rejoice in the delight of the flesh
Behold the face of satan
And walk the fields of erotic fire
Hunt the heavens ...
Godless temted
breathable textile,
fibroid matt with blood from
hand in torture, all that blood
breathed by manchester babies,
all that blood drunk by the man
in
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
see-Murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching
it by all means
Won't no mercy when I was hurting
So now there's only love for my team
Props to Malcolm, props to Martin
Shit, I'm fire starting change
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
at
I've seen a lot of pirates get lost in the treasure map
Measure that, flipping inches into miles
Most these rappers unaware they cringey, in denial
sacred land
Reign of terror
Taking the soul of man
Laying him down
With lead in his blood
Through the Reign of terror
In the Pine Ridge mud
With tanks,
Rina i can hear myself good now
You're good now, haha
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous
Michael's a faggot, a pedophile pervert
He'll get murdered in jail where
A shank is inserted
The blood squirts out his nervous system
He's dressed like his
then I hop in
Straight to villain where we plotting
Two pre rolled
Good to go
Only Straight fire
Smoke three more
Out the door
We Get higher
So pissed
short kid, a light skin, an Edgar and a emo boy
Uh yeah, two members involved in the killing are still at large by the names of Human Error and um Michael
a facial upon ties
And laid in the archives
Man and you can force the
Issue with their lies
Or just pieces of the dark side
You don't want no shit with us
that be deemed, smarter
While living in a world driven by the prince of utter darkness
But we oughta see by now it's time to rearrange our mind frame
and saltpetre. Scaling ladders raised and repulsed in turn, storms of razor tipped shafts exchanged by the combatants, isolated skirmishes raging upon
blood-clot Police boy
Them love to fire at young
Black man with a gunshot
Me not afraid of none of them
Bust my blood-clot gun
In a second it's kill or
Be
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