Lyrics:
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
now
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Who gave her a record deal, oh my god!
Nas is in the video with Kalis
Jay-z's in the video with
Yeah, straight up
God thank you for waking me up this morning
God thank you for blessing me with such abundance, the prosperous rain keeps pouring
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
pounds, oh my god!
Getting intimate in voice chat, things are gettin steamy
Noah is telling somebody to suck on his weenie
I spend a lot of money but where
though, why is you sad now?
You hated on the youngin's so much
That we passed by you drivin' on Trackouts
I had to grind never wasting my time and sometimes
the guts out but to become a serial killer without a doubt all you need is about
Chorus
3rd Verse
The third was a rabbi walking by I hit him with a blade
on my plate man I wasn't doing too well
I do not fuck with the government my brother lord major lazar keep giving em hell
I owe them some money but god is
ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon
know if God could exist
And this was the first male that I'd ever seen cry
Made me think he might be gay at the time
What the fuck did he ever have
those dudes
Who thinks it's okay when they draw this line at
The blah blah their first albums so much better
Hypothetically my name is dead
I'd cut my
the life i lived
I dont wanna seem like im filthy rich
I got this watch from my daddy's dad and that fact is what i flex
Rounded by my homies prayin
town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cutting each other down
God willing, I got
mean enough?
Enough lashes like I ain't seen enough
On the real, this is like the neo-Emmitt Till
Whistling, get yo fuckin' ass killed
Lets keep this
to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in they head
Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god
I said that was just
and
Rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off
Bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you
Could be
down they're fast
What's past is past
I'm a blast if I could sell more albums than Eminem
Elvis Elton Queen and U2
Then it's all been worthwhile
just don't make 'em like me
Lately protectin' my peace... pursuin' my savior
(Lord God, I come to you a sinner... Inshallah)
Apologies accompanied by
how strong is my yearning
To be following the one true God
He who saw we were good, although we live so flawed
Man it's so amazing that we're saved by
with no warnin
This only hurts if ya mournin
Nas told me that the world is yours
If it's true then I just wanna know the market for it
I know God's
team, is like souls in a dream
I watch brother show off and die off of CREAM
I speak for the dead souls that's locked in a bean
I speak for the dead
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
Church is poppin'
One diss song and he's dead
Last week you was emo
Coverin' Hollywood Undead
DMin' me to share your video
That sucked complete ass
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