Lyrics:
Im fighting these feelings of helplessness
Blow a zip by myself don't need help with it
I'm too deep i transitioned to selling it
Off the drank my
We got AK's and Glocks
Shooter gone up that chop
I wasn't on that block
But I still hate them cops
My cup be red and blue
My cup be purple too
living death by gravity
couldn't stand it anymore
we'll sail our ships to distant shores
purple gold and blue
living colors every hue
flowers
Hello
Your album come out soon, and this is all you got
What you mean, all I got?
You don't think this is dope?
Ha ha, this shit sucks
You need
hearing the speed I exhibit
And they fearing it
And steering it
This the final war I'm declaring it
By the end of this album you'll be so fucking shook
could he be talkin' 'bout?
I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch
You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now
Then Doug called,
Don Dada, you wanna roll with the mobsters?
It was me and you
Too deep in the 'lac
We survived homicides and the verbal attacks
I know, it
yeah that Kior purple plum runts in
I've being properly preparing to prevent a poor performance I've been properly preparing to prevent a poor
I'm Soft Spoken Heart Broken Sins n Swarmin locust
Honor we upholster
Niches wit the vultures
A mitigated by the Cobras
Matte black soldiers
Eroding
the soles of your feet
And you danced in the turquoise rain
That carved the canyon deep
You are the golden sun in the valley
You are the purple mountains
the 6th grade since you was sober
All you can remember is that bullshit, they told ya
In the middle of the hood, how you get bit by a cobra
Well, I guess
looking for me, I'll be where the purple sprite be
Bitch I might be
Bitch I might
Bitch I might be
Bitch I might be
Killing this game 'til they indict me
I
purple
I need a house with floors made of marble
Verses so cold you should wear a thermal
Pool so deep you could come and snorkel
See family matters if
The world finna know Mike Jones mann
Mike Jones! (Mike Jones)
Swishahouse! (Swishahouse)
Come here Watts (Come here Watts)
[Chorus: x2]
Purple
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
After I drop this album gotta stay 10 toes deep
While your home boy 6 foot deep
That's what happens when you creep on me
In da party wit a white tea
this album in a frame
Watch me spit, this finna be flames
Saved by the bell, you know this one gon' be swell
Every story that I tell, spitting rhymes
away from people having static
Cloth I cut it deep without the aid I had to work the magic
Cruisin' down Gunbarrel driven by the green Gerald
Movin'
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me
I was walking around the flower show like
the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me
I was walking around the flower show like
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
I try being sweet
It's very deep in me
Now I can only see red on red
My mom's going out with my best friends' dad
She talking loud I can't
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