Lyrics:
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I
Cooper
Pussy ass nigga built like Koopa Troopa
Somehow this nigga ain't big as his ego
Niggas callin' me, tellin' me to let this stupid shit go
Now fuck
not want it
Let's keep it one thousand
Let's gone and keep it one hundred
I'm walking by faith marching marching
Pray everyday marching marching
Shield
and trees
10 keys with my 80's
Hoover hats like the star of David
Pull on shots unless kidney faded
Rent a pony, might go with Emmett
Move out the set but
rap
When I came I was ready a full pack
Told you rappers I got 9 lives in my luggage
But you can never let the cat out of my bag
You think you go
that's my world, that's beyond being busy
Now the only one that gets to David Burd is Lil Dicky
See, I told you this about me
Go on and look up in
go to the car, what let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
What let's go to the car, what let's go
and believe and harvest
Seed for the girls who's looked down by the world set em free
(Let me switch it up a little bit)
Took our credit didn't need a loan
80
Next run 100K bitch
Motivated by my pain and anger
Only white faces I like on Blue Paper
Outlook on life is amazing
Only so much fucks allocated
Go
fifteen in it plus one
Go head duck, but you done, Cistein all in my cup
She don't let me throw up, she keep dancing hold up
I thought I told ya, I do not
a squeeze
Burn a few trees and let you get on top of me;
Strength on that D, freaky deaky in the bedroom
I'm a lady by day by night I need my legroom
funk on a Friday on my malware
In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway
Driveway
Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe
Ill bend flows when I go
From
I go by Brother Jack Jack
And this is Kingdom of YAH Over Culture Music
I came to give the Father glory
And get you on your feet
Let's go
All
Woo
Repeat after me
I am I
And I intend to go, go, go
Like Conor McGregor with a samurai sword
On roller blades
Like Vasily Lomachenko
Take some hatred, oh I get it
Really trippin' cause you broke and you in your feelings
Let her go, she in her feelings
Niggas can't tell you shit,
the flow, here we go, sickamo'
Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row
Niggas didn't catch it anyway
They pat me on the back, talkin' 'bout "Yeah, J"
Well
up like Drake in 2015
I had my chance to practice, I got magic up in my sleeve
I’m Criss Angel, David Copperfield or David Blaine
My music’s
have nothing to prove no no
I don't have nothing to prove no no
Nakushow, oh
How to let it flow, oh
You can let it go, oh
Let's just take it slow, oh
freaky, deaky in the bedroom
I'm a lady by day, by night I need my legroom
Wanna let my hurr down, get a glass of Chardonnay
I don't mean to drink it fast
of David
Oh little town of Bethlehem How still we see the Lie
Above the deep and dreamless sleep
The silent starts go by
Yet in the dark street shineth
When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean, I mean
And a nigga be 70 Deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin' scrotum hang over his shoulder
destined you can't check us we on God's time
Let go regrets when the redeemer and me are aligned
Old skins ain't sufficient for this brand new wine
Thankful
And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his left eye
I check Jimmy cuttin' hair at the barbershop
He plays the bass guitar like David plays
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