Lyrics:
not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take your life, your soul is mine
If you're on me, come
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There's no competition I deaded it already
Steady, dropping heavy rhymes into my belly
I'll eat your shit now tell me do ya hear me
See my type
heavenly notes
To spend on hearing heavenly jokes
And taking breaks for heavenly smokes
They churn out souls and edit out grief
Escorting souls right past
thinking you don't use your mind
But instead of doing something wrong you got to do it right
Come correct by clearing waters, spit this vibe from the mind
My
Driver's seat, a digital throne, code becomes, your flesh and bone
Hypnotised by lines of code, logic strings, to decode
Keyboard hymns, a fevered plea,
Woah
I need every dollar
Fuck your feelings
No one cares about'em
Raising up the ceiling
From the very bottom
No love for VILLAINS
All the HERUZ shot'em
on my shades
Not phased by your hatred
I'm probably a sadist the way that I'm smiling
When snapping on niggas who tested my patience
Y'all should be
a soul
I can’t trust a soul
So I walk alone
So I walk alone
So I walk alone
So I walk alone
And, I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by
Grab the bull by the horns, rodeo
Then he turn me around, do se do
He be going downtown, bottom floor
He be tryna take my soul
But little buddy I’ll
Niggas loved Lady Cam
Still got kick off the team
Cause when your purpose is on purpose
In a stream of extremes
Energy is prophetic
No edits
Many prayers,
hurt
Shit kept you up all night
Had you tossing and turning
Tears trickle and fall
Dawg you lost in the sauce
Cause your realities false
Edit the gray
the night
He'll sneak in, take your life
That resurrection gonna have you singing
I got stolen by the grave robber
Picked me up from that rock bottom
Well in the fall all the leaves begin to sour
As helpless slave's, to a mother who's a whore
So you reveal all your naked non-compliance
A faceless
Maybe drip her in some fashion
Fell in love with the money
Could tell by
How she actin'
Asked me if I love her
Here's the answer to your question
I come
the brains of our youth
The brains of our youth
Working nights just to get by but
I can't lie I'm getting so tired of
The same shifts been on the same grind
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
While your mind feeling pressure like you're ducking from a pump
Since I jumped off the porch, born in the game
Bottom where I came, so the top is where I
right' and by both they mean money
Where to meet your needs one must feed the greed
Of the wealthy while so many live in abject poverty
I see no positivity
don't want to be alone)
I don't want to be alone, yeah
Is there anything I can say to help you find your way
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same
proud I made you
My life is yours, my soul I gave you
I don't know if I'll do good enough (he's by your side)
And we both know the hood is rough (right
proud I made you
My life is yours, my soul I gave you
I don't know if I'll do good enough (he's by your side)
And we both know the hood is rough (right
just my mama and me
And though I know it may be
Hard to be mama and me
But we've got time time time
With my mom by my side
I know I'll always survive
I will gladly accept your revenge
And your knife which you’ll scroll through my chest
But I have one condition: by killing me
You will say:” I am
High on a hilltop near your home
There stands a dilapidated old mansion
Some say the place is haunted
But you don't believe in such myths
One dark
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