Lyrics:
lyrically motherfucker you
Have met your demise jedi, the black chapter
Like the bone in they thigh been
Hip to the game niggas lame
I am July working my fire
Smoke's world,
The King of drill, man,
This is Pop Smoke's world,
R.I.P.P.S.
Blood runs in the street,
cnd runs in the water,
In the street,
There's
of Beverly Beverly
[Lil Bing]
Two joints be smellay in my Cadi
Drivin badly ti Cali
Hastled by federalis
Drippin candy
Sippin brandy
Twenty inches look
you three
Six feet deep...
Metaphorically, of course, ha!
'Cause I'm not tryna see the boydem force
Over gyal? It's not by force
But know man's still
down the Nile
Plague darkness three days long, hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
down the Nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
of fire
Blood dripping down the fangs of the Onion Vampire
Coffins melting in a desolate land
Humanity grasped by an iron hand
A phoenix growling in
the combustion
Fighting fire with fire, forged by the flames
I rise up in the vast air, screaming phoenix
Peace to cannibal cypher
to please
His attempts at pennance proven by the blood on his knees
Time slowly passes as the pain lingers on
Denied of acceptance and his innocence gone
He's
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
demons slippin'
It's calm and committing
On God, I ain't quitting
I'm not a midget
And she's a 10, man
I caught in skidding
Death I am skipping
My dreams
the fate
c wicked city, which he smote
By sword by fire and gate.
-I will rejoice, yes, in the Lord
cnd this verse, you will see.
The text itself, I will
Spoken
I Am The Soul Of The Serpent
Join The Ceremony
Rejoice In Blasphemy
other and their glasses clinked
One single unit, inseparably linked
"Got a strange premonition there's a man close by"
"Don't worry about him, he wouldn't
with anxiety rumbling than angry storms in the night
Loving this life by the inches may seem so cynically cinched
and I know they might view this
Beef
No steak
Man o man
Repping ends
Wanna make cake
Flip a full bird
By a box straight away
New garmz new stacks on
No games
Living in da ends like
turn your months to years
The biggest thing to rejoice in
Is the gift of Salvation
And where's your destination headed, man
I pray that you make it
Don't
Jobs in his garage Grindin' 'till I reach the top
Can't stop I'm solo, no entourage apart from the Three (Deadly Three)
Nobody could hold me, ain't
mayday, tryna touch Mars
Tryna get a payday like a nut bar
Tryna get my own island, fuck cars
I'm without a bus card, living in demise
The record label
columbine with three AKs
It's a slasher flick, stash more stiffs
Blood on my face, mud on my kicks
Kill me once, I'll be back for a sequel
Crazy like Gibson,
columbine with three AKs
It's a slasher flick, stash more stiffs
Blood on my face, mud on my kicks
Kill me once, I'll be back for a sequel
Crazy like Gibson,
and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise
Certain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed
Fire has to be sent to the poisoned
the destination it's the journey
Yea, losing my Abuela man that shit got me fed up
It brings me to the ground and I don't wanna get up
Voices in my head that just
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