Lyrics:
headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you +CB4+
This ain't +Chris Rock+ bitch, it's the ROC bitch
of a memory
The night beneath the moon, by embers of dying flames
Would forever change the course of their lives
Waking to the dawn as something more
In
to hide
'Cause some dogs sure do know how to bleed
Time spins around me but I'll stand still
'Til I fall ill or 'til I fold down dead
It was early this
a long time
They say thank you for the memories but I say the pleasure is all mine
The pleasure is all mine yeah
The pleasure is all mine yeah
Friends like
soup
We shoot at yo head like a basketball hoop
Make one call and my dog finna scoop, oops
Big ass Glock with the red beam
Run up on me you a dead
stories from valence to glory
Dog-eat-dog world, gory
In the gutter, brother despise brother
Throwin' threats at each other
Broken bottles and bar
do I explain my little cranial expressions
Intuition, premonition, or demonic possession?
It could be God, an angel, or my dead uncle Paul
Or that
gone and bite a rat by the sunset
And how's dad's gym going
Powerful is his bench press
Does mum still ballet in the garage
Does my brother still DJ
Yeah niggas!
Who the fuck you thought it was?
It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
Before I get started
Let me get a rest in peace to my
dentals
Dead in the street, white chalk some candles
Bitch I'm a star, but my banner ain't spangled
Down on my knees, pray he send me an angel
Lavi a Dog
She caught me on the rebound, I can't catch a break
I'm with Tony with the Nissan, I'll be on the way
I been praying for these M's dog, please don't
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin
Huh
We boutta take it to new heights
Look at the world in a new light
Like a rocket, I'm ready to take flight
And my Father, he's given me new life
they going crazy
Popping hella bottles by the end I’m feeling empty
I spend too much time just thinking why they hate me lately
Life’s a movie mines been
on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock
funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
[Nawz]
Yo, wavin cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash
From rockets that blast, yo
get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead
ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch
Makaveli on my thoughts
How many real
with your dog you just give him some distance
We all make mistakes, lets not be too specific
Like I rather be a killer than be statistic
I never fold
it though?
Another dead, funerals come an go, stats on the board shooting up like Rocket Smoke
Don’t fade my memories
Don’t fade memories yo
Don’t
When in fact I felt collusion
Before the guise of false memories respite
Respite through the haze of cocaine's glory
I smoke and smoke the blue vial's
What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade
Ashkii beats
Killer jumper I'm on the dream team
Turquoise stone with a swang
That's my bling bling
They hating
Because a Rez dog doing big things
I
Four dogs, snarling, growling, teeth gleaming in Delphic
moonlight, had us squared. The square of dogs stood
at the edges of the circled temple:
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