Lyrics:
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
cot
Come out them colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming
rickety rock, Gorillaz style is buck wild, believe me
We heavyweights who phase ya like Ali did with Frasier
We spit the most flava but musically we'll
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
of Jesus, then I Bible whip em
So if you wicked make sure you still steppin
And my Bible might remain a concealed weapon
See, prayer is how my text spit,
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
Wasnt the popular kid
Was finger poppin ya bitch
Wouldnt take shots in gym
But i might cop the assist
Started getting money
Figured i might cop me
yourself
Celibate, well I got married
A felon from hell brought out his wings
Now I'm growing every day out my shell
It's time to pop up
This album coming
can't say the same for some but I just write what I feel
Like I don't buck shots
I don't cut rocks or dust cops
But I'll snuff you on the spot if you're
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
Picture niggas rollin', flyin', foreign floatin' out of space (ayy)
Or bitches on Instagram with no filter face (face)
Picture if judges ain't judge us by
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
A tabernacle for him to speak in public
And repent by the dozens
Or maybe a castle big enough to fit his kids and his cousins
To run it up until his kids get
We been copped by the rock solid the Rock sovereign
Not gonna drop like the stock market with COVID comin
We know he comin we overcomers he bore
Larson my dear
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals
Livin by the medical like i don't
slap call me Nate Diaz
Thank Jesus that I changed G I was a straight demon
All da fuccery by now some niggaz woulda ate cement
Square biness, but not
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