Lyrics:
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
the start, and that smile is a work of art
I love you and your heart of gold
Baby you're gold, you're my gold
And everything you are, keep the door to my heart
you're made mice or made men
I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work
I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt
My aim one since day one stop
How
mixtapes album passed gold
Platinum on a big cake we just want some
Hunnid plus kick game journey's too long
Let's geddit yeah let's geddit let's geddit
I
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
hot
I'm straight off the plane
On my way to the block
Instead of a Matchbox
I got a neck full of rocks
A gold Bentley watch
With three karats on top
the next round of inhales.
Find your own pace and rhythm that works best for you. I have a Patreon page where you can submit a custom request for your own
turned everything to gold
So Midas is the name
I never fold
Work hard till my stories told
Fuck the problems
I overcome em
I'm gon be the goat
There's too
need that exposure, we need that sunshine
But as long as they have a planet
With the best soil around them
And not to spoil around them
And not too all
as fellow men. cnd surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once
Off my way
To the highest point Im heading on my way
Dedicating all my work yeah on his name
Ye you best believe I ain't going astray
Forgetting
by the blood of the lamb
And the word of our mouth
But they're still sins
Behind the scenes that we can't talk About
He Gave Blood
The best we can give
want to spoil me
My honey annoits me with oils G
After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty
Works with me, giving herself, by my side
She
a couple amount of the real men
That's why I'm betta then yo bf
Gotta bum on yo hands
He work at a chicken Stan
Bet he don't got 20 bands
When you wit me wit
took psychedelics,
They're two peas in a pod, or that's the point he'll try and argue,
Wondering which version of himself would work the best.
She says
a crook by it's mother
Don't know my dad but they say
We look like each other, whatever
Work my whole life to be the opposite of him
Waited till my brother
gold and myrrh.
Time to go home by another way, home by another way.
You have to figure the Gods, saying play the odds, and go home by another way.
We
(Snatch that bitch up, right in the pussy) One hundred
I talk to my scale
I wanna talk to a plug, I can call myself
Finished the Khaza album got
the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get
Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it
Vokál, yeah I rock it
Step in the spot shit, men leave
All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!
And disagree?
Well, no one durst.
He's the best, of course, of all the worst.
Some wrong been done, he done it
robbing the rich
Is for worse or for best
They take it by stealing
And lying and gambling
And I take it my way
My shiny Black Bess
I treat
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