Lyrics:
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
on building
Them boys just won't let go
Her house big like '90s clothes
Shit got an echo, echo
And I'm spacey, Kevin
Are we racing to heaven?
And I'm crazy,
the P.O.P.
The "cash on delivery" at the "point of purchase" - don't I be workin?
Heaven and hell is standin next to you at the same time
Cuttin into your
up?
[Hamm]
Hey man, you tell ME
What's up with the album, man?
[Quik]
Hey man, we tryin' finish that motherfucker, man
And eh, I need one
a half
And made it somethin
Don't need these bitches
I'm surrounded by da junkies
Won't hold that choppa
If that bitch don't hold 100
Won't point no finger
the lord can bless your life,
Don't miss your blessing,
If you got a loved one in heaven,
Lord keep yall together ain't no Stressing.
We going through this
heaven is a place I can call home
Slave to desire, so I'm trapped in my own soul
How can I give reason? Broken by the season
Had to break a bitch down,
make it to heaven when I up this b**** an let it squeeze
Everyday Ruth Chris Eddie v’s
Brought up by shooters can’t rerock the pedigree
Pull up with
You've been infected by parasites
This hell is your paradise
Ruining your parents life
Infected by parasites
Your mind and brain are no longer your
the Heavens to send these Devils a message up inside of me
I was selling mad drugs doing robberies
Please forgive me all I wanted was the Finer Things
Living in
Son God thankful for you
Ahh boo yahh
2nd Cor 5:17 I'm feeling new
Ahh boo yahh
My Stock in Heaven where the sky always blue
Long as I breathe imma
the heaven's gate[00:39.86]We're no longer candidates of death[00:42.95]Yo it's another day[00:44.43]We crossed over last night[00:46.93]I need your time
I'm riding in the 7,
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.
[Chorus]
[Nas]
And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
Had new jet
all for yah)[00:12.93]Brandon Wolf Up In This Thang[00:17.66]Brandon Wolf Up In This Thang, C'mon[00:24.52]Walk in the club It's 'bout eleven
is like the farthest thing from heaven
This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic
I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets
But these
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
like Penelope
Committed to discerning the roots of my dissident ways
Since 17, my mind been bogged by Babylon energy
She said my strokes are like
and your Mommy waiting on our little gift from Heaven
Pray to God he sends you safe, all I ask for
And pray your Mom will be fine like a glass full of
Wine,
Produced by: Skeyez Beats
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 瑞
Mixed/Mastered by: 瑞/郭子翊
PlanZ’s Voicemail:
More Vision, break a leg, boy
Stevv
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
the bell shout out Mikey, Patel
I felt heaven and hell but I still couldn't tell, 23 hours to sell
Soul wasn't there that was buyer beware, bored 17 doing
I ain't phased by these boys yeah
I'm really hated by these boys yeah
Cause my wage increasing yeah
And they pay decreasing yeah
I flew my bitch yeah
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
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