Lyrics:
Put your hand in the air if you believe the same
See the demonic ways evil tip toed it's way from the grave now we claim it's ok to be crazy
In
womb
by the spark of the twelve gauges
Sometimes it seems like I can't go on, I can't go on
But when I envision a black man with thorns in his hand
lung they
Can't fuck with the skill
Bet you my right hand they
Gon' die in the trauma
It's the front street terrorist
I ride like Osama
It's a thin line
motherfucker
With my hand, nigga, the thirstiest motherfucker
Disperse of you, motherfucker, yeah, motherfucker
Pimpin in the Cutlass, I don't care,
or neighbor
And every other man you ever walk by
In this barrage of attempts to get your attention, the best we break our backs
To get is a thank you and a yeah
in this room by all these blank expressions
They can't hear a word I'm saying so there goes the message
They can pinpoint my flow, but solely it's not
took me a few years to get my mind right
I just wanna spend my whole life in the limelight
Good company right by my side
Blazing that la la, hand on your
really worth, A what your really worth
The way she move that body, good lawdy how she do it
Make it pop, make it drop, think he locked, by Cupid
Step right
Take my hand
And hold tight
With you by me
I feel so right
Yo lips so soft
The shade of red
Thoughts of
Kissing you in my head
Mixed with thoughts
Living
he spoke on T.O., he gone by the weekend
Bad bitch in this party, shake ass and she drinking
I popped the heart, that's the X, now I'm geeking
Oh, he
fine die
Bone, I say you fine die
If you like vex, you still fine die
Your mind figure 8 sef––
E fine die
VERSE 2
Cuddling you, we’re intertwined in
bout health
Broke your heart, your HP low
Thinkin' bout things how they were before
Had to go ghost for a minute
Big bag in my hand and I'm in it
I keep
These niggas ain't right, they can't write they own shit
But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
But to me a disgrace
Trying to keep
These niggas ain't right, they can't write they own shit
But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
But to me a disgrace
Trying to keep
It's only won when the mind is calm
So I study Sun-Tzu and stopped smokin' chron'
In my left hand riches, long life in my right palm
[Fragment
cdorned by my left hand, Serve as God's right. If there's a nerve left to observe. cdapt to the plan. To all the creatures of this earth. Don't expect you
The best shit I gotta be ain't
No one as hot as me
Don't even try to be promise I'm bout to be
Worldwide, worldwide
Onstage looking right in your girls
a teacher
And I’m a sky reacher
Got stars in the palms of my hand
And they said it’s god plan
Well I’m sorry ms Skeeter
That you had to cry
Cuz
than you ever seen
But then I bumped right into Reality
Had no money in my pocket and My mama stayed mad at me
Can't be rich if you broke broke broke
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in
my gun
Niggas grow some dreads
And choose a fade
Wrong one you'll get slayed
My right hand a shooter
Addicted to trauma
Hope I never loose them
sitting with curry
In his little fingers
A middle mindless give 'em filters
So please give me your right hand and the trigger
Use a knife it's an order
See
fresh
Dodge bullets
Walk through flames to dry off
While the rest stay wet
Never need to place my palms in a praying hand position
Never needed any fame
fresh
Dodge bullets
Walk through flames to dry off
While the rest stay wet
Never need to place my palms in a praying hand position
Never needed any fame
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