Lyrics:
The gospel by any means but not Malcom X'n
More like wolverine from the movie X-men
The word sharp in my heart I speak an start shredding
I see the devil
Go
Heyo men
They call me world nasa
You already know that by now mehn
My life
He be like say i nor dey try
But i dey burn candles many night i nor
the nana like a battery
No chains on my words make you feel like you sitting by the ray
Splash in a planet full of Ashes
Dust to dawn passes I tried fasting
Y'all got dimes but I got twenties
When I hit the club all the girls say yeah uh
Do it one time for the mo eh eh he he
Just a fool
Look how I'm stuntin
if you not afraid to fly
You need to get on a flight and fly tonight
Brought up in the hottest clubs so high
That tonight for these hoes is
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
food good fam
And the cuts and the clubs and the traps stay rollin
But God love the trap
Maybe you heard that he lame
Don't care what you heard he ain't
That's how we know money ain't you
Bitch, I been had, bitches been bad
We buy big boats, bitch, I'm Sinbad
Downright sinful, bitch, we been full
All my
You needa handle you're liquor pussy or get blue
Last nigga that played tough, he made the news
Gettin of on the bitch in the club, ain't nothin new
continue saying the story my friend
Well for 5 months straight she snuck in the club
But tonight left the boss feeling like he got snub
Frustrated by it all
motivated by money but he blew that
Colorblind I only see pink green and blue strips
No lie no cap ahh
Uh bitch shake some
Imma throw some ones up in the air
the End Though
It's just the Beginning
Like the Pastor had us Told
Don't you understand God'll never put us on Hold
This Earth is full of Wickedness
the mayor's daughter, he hate it when I call her
But I'm still ridin' 'round in that Beamer that he bought her
*phone rings* There she go now
But I'm busy
I passed by
Lord knows ion need another dui
Living in a city where you do or you fucking die
Both hands out the top I can touch the sky
Look at ya
Million tempted by female, them smelling so good
She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho' should
Sex and sweat and yelling, them can tell I'm so
the morning
But to intensify it for a season
With fasting and with prayer
Maybe passing by the delicacies
Daniel actually was eating food just not delicacies
He
I'd rather be a wallflower at a sex club
Than another soul hooked on consumption
Prefer production, whenever possible
Though I do understand that
present
Raw presence, dog clever
Gold dog tags, tatted up
Tank tops, young niggas living fabolous
Cali hills, Cali weed
Nipsey give a nigga tree by the OZ
Whole team full of steppers
Walked up in the club
Ain't nobody check us
I got beef with couple niggas coming back for my vendetta
All my pieces in
Gotta pocket full of money you ballin' right hey, hey
You ballin' right
Got a section in the club we lit tonight
Oh we lit tonight
Yeah we lit
These tactics don't harm me, bitch you gotta harm me
Bro put some racks on my head but your spinner's a pastor, meaning that he can't catch a body
Woke up
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
in the club with them gunners
That ain't my opp, he's a runner
Nigga say I shot his mama
I hit the store with a fifty pack, I hit yo' ho with no
I hit the club all the girls say yeah uh
Do it one time for the mo eh eh he he
Just a fool
Look how I'm stuntin
Hit the club with a fine sugar
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