Lyrics:
crook happy
They put him in a box, wrapped like a gift
In a straightjacket, watched by two who worked the shift
Gave him no phone calls, saw no
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
I sing of nothing
Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished
Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many niggas
So I keep my circle
a killer
Edward Mordrake with a straw in the brown liquor
Haddonfield lady killer
Shopping for baby sisters
Blood of hades up in him
Jodi Arias in the bed
They said, "Good looking"
Paused the video the moment his phone ring
That fast dollar was his only problem
No matter how many times I
Showed him
Let's go make a thriller
I'm not talking one with Michael
Wake up, work, and hit the music
Every day a cycle
When I say I'm popping
Man I mean it that's
is black as night
And winter comes in spring
With a bunch of aconites
Trowbridge town, bent old town
A monkey for a bribe
To nail a blue cat son
of ya
On the other Side
Like that brother Michael W
Smith Got a gift
And I'm using it to glorify
Him full of sin Was this man
I was sure to die
Thought I
marvelous, in god we trust
Don't too many niggas wanna start wit us,
Got big guns in the cars wit us
Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us,
Don't really
was in a prison & at times I even doubt
But Paul was in a prison & his praise it broke him out
Ima spread the gospel & it's going be by Word of mouth
too late for begging (skrt)
Stop humiliating yourself
Dying with tears on your face
It’s bad for my health
Now take him to the river
Torch the car, I’ll
How many fools I gotta shush
For you to know I'm non to mess with
I cut em off the second
That I see em moving strangely
Aesthetic but deep down man
knuckle up, beat her ass and her friends
Drivin' fast in this race bitches hate a new face
Call me Barbie from the block with some real taste
Pretty crown
Busy, Busy, Busy now
Not many know about my whereabouts
Where is he, is he, is he now
I turn to God and they miss me now
I was rolling downtown with
with him
I dare niggaz categorize me
If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards
Don't need them to tell me,
marvelous, in god we trust
Don't too many niggas wanna start wit us,
Got big guns in the cars wit us
Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us,
Don't really
foamposites
I'm not with yo bitch then I'm prolly w O
If I'm not with yo bitch then I'm prolly w Roger
And I just got a new stick
Skinny as shit it can fit in
my own crown)
Well rooted, ten toes in my hometown
(I'm in my hometown)
I'm well connected with my strap
I got my own sound (I got my own sound)
My
will burn the nation
With adultery, skirt-chasin and crotch-blazin
You never learn - look how many times I kilt ya
I burnt ya, I drowned ya, I froze
guided by entropy
Ain't many others
That that could ride it out except for me
A kitty slugger
City lover, sin corrupter
Angel duster
Pulverized, their
and a bounce
Y'all tryna prove the king with a crown
And I'll just keep running the race
I do everything for the town
We never been stuck at a base
They
excuse
His name's Akin
An orphan, ain't got many friends
Suit's Benaz, she stays low key in the ends
He's not the usual wannabe macho
Guy with the Benz
Head are many diadems
Or victory crowns
Who's the victor fit to be
Crowned in human history now
With a name written all over
Him that nobody knows
and loving.
I come to know him, Jesus as my best friend.
He walks with me ere where.
So many tears, such blessings are his joys.
Great is the king.
Great is
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