Lyrics:
minister
Leading sheep to the slaughter surprise I see demise
Are you listening, you're still-born
You're eyes on high glistening its a stage you're gazing
the Fender amp-jack
Turn up the Gain until you hear the feedback
And strum my Stratocaster with
D and A
G and E
Slip inside your soul and then grab
Williams
Niggas want juice
I don't need none
Down bitch yet
I ain't seen one
Fresh but you broke
You a clean bum
I ain't planting shit
But got Greene thumbs
don't need your approval, If I want to speak
Watch the blood rush through your head, once I hang you up by your feet
You can be fresh meat for my
And I'll step by and I'll pull the string
and you must come down love and let me in
With me do me ama dingy ama do me ama day
Says Jack to hisself I've
havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
swear I see no competitor yea
I was born to drive a foreign
Nigga ball out like Larry
I was born to drive a foreign niggas Slime you at no Jeffrey
I
what you earn, it's about what you keep
Man passes by in a aimless stroll
Barefoot in the street as the night grows cold
In reply to his sorrow he begins
equilibrium
Been a grip since I took my first steps but I can't stand
No it's not that easy
Judging by the kinda temperament that you got me feelin'
This mass
cheaper to keep it
Hit me and I hit you back Jack
League gimme some of dat
RUMBLE'! Let's get ready to RUMBLE'!
I throw the jab, package crazy rappers
Son
like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn,
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups
Now pick up your brain
And come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid, you
Made it this far
it's by Gods grace
If I tell you bout my gang life
It ain't no cap
I was born in the wild
Where them killers at
I be on the same
up
My Fort Greene niggas was
Born to squeeze triggas
My Queen's regime was at
The bar deep chillin'
The tunnel was the place for
All the street niggas
never had a destination, just let the car drive
When you're young and in love, that's how you live every night
Like we were Jack and Diane
Doing the best
show you, I could show you
I could show you, I could show you, I could show you (I)
Born in Fort Greene in the hospital of Brooklyn
Before me and my
Papa one eyed jack
You probably seen me sleepin'
Out by the railroad tracks
Go on and ask the prince of darkness
What about all that smoke
Come
you can feel a different run
Where they get their rhythm from, the tipping point, T.O.P?
Black Star reconvened, boulevard of Anne Greene
That Kings
buy if your money in discretion
We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion
We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain
Still the same,
Sitting by the fire, listening to the radio
He knows his life will never be nothing but OK
Sometimes at night you can hear Jack pray
Jack worships
demeanor
It's defined by
Absent fear
You'll understand why ay oh
Why ay oh
They seem amazed
Can't explain what comes from deep in me
Born of the energy
and a hat to match
Homie that's just how I do, now they tryna swagga jack
I'm a crab born in June, child of the Moon
Call me Mr. Roy G. Biv, different colors,
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