Lyrics:
allow me
I go by Bis which means
The second coming musically
cnd Shuttlesworth
Well, let's just say I got game
(Hook)
Everybody wanna know where you
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let's get 'em
This year's election was trash, so I need
until I die yeah
I'm with J-O-E Holy Ghost fire yeah
We in this peace till Christ come for His Bride yeah
Victor-ry
Victor-ry (Victory)
Victor-ry
We
I don't got the time
So I'll call you Michael Jackson
Cause you might as well beat it
Lil bitch
Imma live it how I want
Bitch
Imma do it
so we equally appointed
First four hundred years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions,
Shootin' guns all night
Straight shots of Hen with no chaser
Mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like Joe Frazier
The Gremlins, the pack that I come with
Keep
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
Nineteen-hundred-sixty-four
We were kids, didn't know about the war
Still wasting time in school
There were Joe and Sue, Jack and Jim
A couple
and live back home again
You won't believe the rent these days
I'd let you live here free forever
Come back home and get your license
Though I'd never make
A motherless child , you were torn from your home
By decree of the county affairs
Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress
And shorn back that Indian
Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen
Them spoons rattlin'
Pots and pans, faucet water pourin'
Tunes managin'
To come from all the fussin' and ramblin'
What I
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
By any means we that
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
I'm hopin' for
Can have anythin' you want, I took an oath, I swore
Baby, live your best life, you shouldn't grow by force
All in your own time, G,
(I have called you by name)
(Guitar rattle)
When I think about driving with you on the backroads
On a nice purdy day
When I think bout driving
to live in the city I come from
And if you ain't fucking with it then let it be known
And we can either talk about it or be about it
Me I'd rather sit
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
come at all and not be ready
That's what separates me from the petty
MC's gas themselves by drinking too much Getty
And get torn the fuck up like
smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big
So Joe, Will you be my Dre
Cause you slim and I'm shady as the CIA
Yo I locked him in the booth unseen five days
Hope he obeys, won't be no phase
a teen
Now he doing life, just for tryna eat mane that ain't right
Money tight, but he learned his lesson let him come outside
Political ties get you
in my mattress
So I can write a bar saying that I'm sleeping on Andrew Jackson's
They say I'm Irish cause my capital is Dublin
My iris's are blue like
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