Lyrics:
do,
I never did play by the rules,
When I was in class instead of doing math,
I was drawing pictures of tools,
Im not bouta comment under your picture,
in from the freezing cold
No candles would light at Evening Mass
The days passed by without a sigh
But dusk came thick with dread
Intangible, the air
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
I guess we all know it
Hand in hand we stand while we watch you flow
Heaven can you help us, where we can't go
Covered by roses
When this
I guess we all know it
Hand in hand we stand while we watch you flow
Heaven can you help us, where we can't go
Covered by roses
When this
to Florida, I fell in love I ain't going back
Oh I love him
Washing his hands in navy green Bentley
Gave me the keys, you know I hopped in it
Brought a bitch
her out like yard work
Burying my bone up in her nigga Ima dog first
I just need a minute chase this cash I bet I run it up
Told Choir finesse the beat
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
a speech choir of comedians, riding gold-painted camels, led by children dressed as angels. All of them are reciting, in a monotone:
Why are the ele-phants
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
three strikes
Living in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening
Got my hands on my semi shotty
Everybody's snitching
I don't give an ounce what y'all say
I'll bounce with Beyonce
Meet Jay-Z in the hallway
Instead of being Ali
I'll be Alay
Now all we gotta do is carry
Every Trump and Clinton
I don't give an ounce what y'all say
I'll bounce with Beyonce
Meet Jay-Z in the hallway
Instead of being Ali
I'll be Alay
Now all
on a hill, I got hogs all out on in the mud
I got a house on a hill, I got hogs out lying in the mud
I Got a long haired woman, she got royal Indian blood
K dot got the unorthodox flow
On fire, make a rapper burn his soul
Murder for hire, acquire choirs for funerals
Numero uno, city in my rearview
love attention be the mains in the center
Feeling like fuck it whatever
Cause nothing lasts for forever
Hear all that capping in his music so he make
visions
And all the blessing I'm getting
I know God with it
It's in his hands it's in his hands
It's in his hands it's in his hands
Praises to the most high
the choir
I'll try and believe in
Trying to see it
All you've been telling me
I can't live my life by the book
My life's a path and I'm blind
Step by step,
in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
with melodies
All of the possibilities unfolding upon me
Hanging around in the orchestra room during the summer
My teacher sitting on her chair while I
Fat Joe tellin' you don't
Fuck with The Unit
Terror Squad is your clique you got
To stay loyal to it
I'm all in M-IA- saupassay
You can't ban me from
Florida April 2013, Thomas noticed various stomach pains
After seeing Guernsey doctors for ultrasounds, two tumour masses were identified in his stomach
He
the total mass retain
Down at the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
In her
s*** in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
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