Lyrics:
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
Keep your drugs and your guns
Leave your intentions on the floor
Go be free that’s what it’s for
There’s a white horse in the rear-view
And a dove in
(Yeah yeah)
Hated by the best (Yeah)
Off-White like Crest (Wooh)
24/7 yeah I'm working get no rest (Uh ha)
Out of this world touch the clouds when I left
I'm makin' money while you makin' noise
I'm playin' with diamonds
You playin' with toys
I'm fuckin' with lions
Get fucked by young boys
You write wack
track recorders
Powered by trust funds
Of guilty prodigals
The checkered flag's white
At the end of the great credibility race
It's the end of the great
they gon chirp and the lion gon roar
It's like we can't pretend anymore
Because Wow
You leave me speechless though
Burn me a candle and pour me some more
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
Gonna put this world back together again
Gonna put this world back together
On a great white horse the King will come riding
He's the One they call
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
narrow, bringing us all together
New friends being made in the process
A by-product of the pursuing process
Producing a professional being the main aim;
I'm the Swedish Stallion
I'm too white
I'm too North
I'm not Italian
And I'm not Christian Enough to be a chaplain
People be like What Happened?
of lions
Tigers , and bears gorillas and PitBulls
My shit full, full of classic albums And hits Bol I'm Lethal
Like a weapon carry the body with white gloves
LegaLize, decriminalize, yow it doh matter
Rastaman a bun it, bun d fyah real hotta
Blow smoke pon babylon, cause dem ah d mad hatter
Lion of JudaH come
fight with a lion
Well evil looks pretty convincing
when it's dressed in white
It'll fool you once or twice
But how three times
And up until now
Need a coupe that's lime green slime green
Eyes red visine eye beam
My neck look like ice cream nice gleam
Put my life on livestream lion king
Told
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
The enemy roams
Like a roaring lion
Looking for the sleeping
Looking for the sleeping
When he comes here
Let him find us keeping our promises
leave
In the black of the night lit by white in full clarity
(Yeah)
I ain't got no destination
Come face to face with creation
Seeing Dali paintings,
my gullie suit
Normally angel's
By my side
Lately demons
Been the substitute
Destroyin my peace
Sleepless nights
How much
More can take
Wat
with the giraffe neck
Banana clip on them twos, nigga
You lyin', nigga, I'm with lion niggas
Welcome to the zoo, nigga
Magic trick, make you disappear
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
Came to party, yeah
White girls and molly
Came to party
And I need some water
Came to party, came to party, woo
Came to party, came to party
I haven't got white friends, I've got fiends who are white
Grew up in the ends where the race weren't the fight
We had bigger problems, thank God he
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