Lyrics:
talk, talk, talk
You ain't really 'bout that life
Fuckin' about it, then being about it, now what
They don't be havin' it when nigga down on the gut
11 wheels
Find out where you living, kill you in the kitchen
The feds trying to clip us but we ain't even tripping
I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in
I'm
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
the block, uh
Young Fargo, you know a nigga flied over the border like ships cargo
Baby, you know, smokin' on the five O
Got them bad bitches rollin' but
, those sleigh bells ringing
And the Tabernacle Choir singing
I wonder what Santa's bringing
Bringing for you my dear
Oh it's been a long, long year
to show
Boy I really need to know, and (I really need to know, baby)
How you gonna act? How you gonna handle that?
What you goin' do when she wants you
that money goin` be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain`t goin` tell you, what?, to stop chasin` paper
Man, I`m just like ya`ll, I
to show
Boy I really need to know, and (I really need to know, baby)
How you gonna act? How you gonna handle that?
What you goin' do when she wants you
talkin' this and you not
I'm talkin' bricks and you not
I'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the people
will you please tell us who you are?
What's your name, Buddy? Where you goin'? Who are you?
Well, I'm the everybody who's nobody,
I'm the nobody
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion,
you by my side
C'mon be my choir
Choir when the song don't feel right
Oh take me higher, higher just for tonight
You take me highеr you take me higher,
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
the tabernacle
Some would say the chapel is a haven
The place to travel to escape from the grasp of the enemy
And by the Holy Trinity, you break the shackles
Where
through my desks of trees, my destiny
(I ain't goin')
Working on a better me, do what's best for me
(Hell no, I ain't goin', woo)
Won't let these haters be
[Chorus: Sera-Lynn]
I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real!
I like the way you feel - keep it real!
I like the way ya do me baby - keep it
destiny
Move, change, and be, now!
[Chorus Three: sung by choir]
Searchin so looooong, lost in the clouuuuuds
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you
case you can't get in
Don't wanna see you burn
Want to see you turn baby
And if you don't you'll be screaming like a little lady
Now do you hear me
I'm just tryna to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion, baby
I could pull out the drink and be good until
And that's why I don't let my chains
Hang bitch!
Snatch that shit "it's plated"
That's at least what I'll be saying
You know I'm worth every penny even if I'm
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive
Can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you see
and my mind won't rest (I can't sleep, oh, no)
I just wanna text my ex
I'm just seein', "What's up with you, baby?"
"What's goin' on?"
"Who's fuckin'
big and through it to the heavenly
Won’t be no hell for me, just paradise
(dise, dise ahh!, ahh)
So what you gonna do, what you gonna do?
(do, do, heee
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