Lyrics:
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
I don't care
We're just a bullet away
You gave it time to kill all my doubts
And I prayed to God that He'd show me somehow
But if this was love, I'd
Only way to react though
Make hot joints & stack dough
Laughin' at your whack flow
Try to catch my G
Just so you can rap like me
Act like me
[SM]
me that you're feeling my vision
We swim in perfect harmony you and me on a mission yeah
Smoke with a nigga get lazy man I'm in love with the way he
'Cause you know how it goes
One two step
Got more money over here
One two rep
For my album of the year
Everything brought up
My celebration over here
Got
to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
Crack done took a part of my family tree
My mom is on the shit, my daddy's
I wan't your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh oh oh oh ooh)
I want your love and all your lover's revenge
You
Shia LaBeouf
Kid Cudi feels a way give him a call
Q Tip, I love you, bro don’t
Tell me how to be me
Though i love you the Tribe
Album is dope i love you
Go girl, go girl
Don't listen to what your girlfriends say (listen to your girlfriends, yeah)
You love your world, oh, girl
Come here, let me talk
The lesson of love, the struggle for you
Struggled with harm, against myself
Myself told it was only mental health
Shared my experience with the drugs
me, test my aim?
Y'all niggas nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat
bitch all your getting is a luck pass
Trying to gank me for my ducket
I tried to put you down with the ski & cmt you said fuck it
Only came around when
your ass get smoked, it's my bullet you caught
So if you're talking shit about the niggas in black
Bow down to the King's and Raider's hats
They played
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!
Today was a good day hope I have me
street in 1944
And you were headed off to fight in the war
You still would've been mine
We would have been timeless
I would've read your love letters
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
that of once was
Its remnants across oceans serenaded what is to become
"In my arms, you have survived, and evolved yet again"
"Your diversity
I could tell by the color of your energy field
U thought this game was over
Chemical peel
You tried to do me like my good brother Steve
But I got
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
and I've got nothing to show
Staring down the barrel of a loaded love
Finally met my match she sent me up above
Wait and see
The world is not ready for you
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
your Grandpa feet (word)
'Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts (baow)
With darts, like HBO watching after dark (uh)
No love for
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