Lyrics:
the last
Of a dyin' pack of lions, nightmares of the cast
Thorough bread survivin', you know (Queens in the house)
Welcome home Ronny Bumps, and love
muscle
I be flexing now & then
It's some people that i love
Only see em when We win
You don't answer for yo dawg
In my bible that's uh sin
Hit that mark
pressure so I never miss
(swish)
And I can tell the fake love
That's why my circle only filled with my day ones
And you can miss me with that sneak dissing
with Sony
I am legend
Killing niggas at will
Smith and wess in my pocket
Like nigga I'm Uncle Phil
In my prime like I'm optimus
Transforming
with Sony
I am legend
Killing niggas at will
Smith and wess in my pocket
Like nigga I'm Uncle Phil
In my prime like I'm optimus
Transforming
Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took the plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don
with a chair
Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight
Ya think you're Jimmy Crackcorn, but they don't
need a defrost
Yea yea you gone get offed
Yea the whole world is ran by esau
Talking about the elite yea fuck em
Yea yea im in my deep thoughts
Fucking
concert, I'm beyond turnt
With a big booty bitch, baby, let me see you work (bam-bam-bam-bam, bah-da-da-da)
The Addy kicked in, I'm Michael Jackson bad
wanna fly with you baby
Do you remember the time when we fell in love
Taking on the phone till the sun come up
Do you remember baby how it all begin
You
Verse 1:
It’s like I’m caught in a line of fire
With third degree burns like Richard Pryor
Evil thought lurks like Michael Myers
Feels like I’m
the truth yeah
I'm just sipping yac in a coupe with a full tank
That's just how we flex these days
Pockets deep like a Sheik these days
Sleep when I'm eatin
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
Yellow skintight cardigan, he win with the PEDs
Melo limelight in Manhattan, he play with the VIPS
Burlap jacket, woulda go yard by the sack
Yaktrax in
to happen to be happy, that's great
You know, you get sad when sad things happen
That's all weather
I know I'm never going to be in a perpetual state
how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that
and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that
Do you believe in me? How much you believe in
bitch that's wack in my Cadillac
No bitch with a fade in my Escalade
No sluts with a gut in my Beamer truck
No road daggers in my gold Jaguar
Deep voice
interested
Now, many people didn't believe the Prophet Joseph Smith
They thought he'd made up this Part Three that was buried by a tree, on the hill in his
and the love we've found still fill us with awe and wonder
But if you're ever down and country music's home and it's true beauty you seek
If you take your time,
Standing strong in the paint like I'm O'Neal
How you got all the talent with no skills
I'm not even a killer, I might kill
I'ma tell them I made it like Mike
money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what
to wicked ways
Gotta love me, g-o-d no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last
the weed or pussy, I read books
I'm liable to mate'cha king with three rooks
You see the Wu W raised in black fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will
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