Lyrics:
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Semtex, 279, Dr. Wax, Jason Eavre, HMV, Envy
What up, Envy? Get Real, Flex, Funk Master, Flex, yeah (Violet)
Can't forget E-Nyce, (Eric Lowe), the entire
on laps be still
Can't wait to get to the room nimblin' on my ear
Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did
the morning (oh, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
You gotta do somethin' (oh)
Look, Codeine in my liver, feelin' disconnected
Reachin' out to God, but he ain't get
doesn't
Just let him have his way with her
He should have a dozen regrets by now but the
Look on his face isn't one of regret
He smothers her, gets in
Not 2 it's 3
You, me and G O D
Shooting my shot like C O D
Got my head spinning like a DVD
Silver lining like from a silver screen
Way too hot like I
Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)
Melons get
Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)
Melons get
thru
They sending text and messages making ways just to get to you (Rahh-rahh-rahh)
Could be bad or good
I bring my block up and them Glocks up and re
hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my
I just hope you get the message
I did it by myself
put a message in my music
Hope it brightens your day
If times are hard, when you hear it
Know you'll be okay a old G told me God's
Favorites have a hard
(He can't say that) Yes, he can
I just did, faggot, now guess again
Better text message your next of kin
Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy
(He can't say that) Yes, he can
I just did, faggot, now guess again
Better text message your next of kin
Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy
the soul, third eye open You can feel when it's closed, 4th dimension
Sitting on the way to five, 6th sense how we staying alive
Staying grateful in my
leave her body aching
I ain't even with that drama shit, I'm just paper chasin'
I'm just trynna get to a Mil and you know I'ma make it
I'ma make my own
Champagne all the way and we'd get married by Elvis
What the hell did I say when I called last night
Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that
Make a lil bitch nigga run like its DMC
Bitch I get hot like a dragon no DnD
Nigga act dumb, he get played like a DVD
Bitch and my pockets stay fat
my advice
Don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
You get You off my mind Wanna do something different
Tryna make love like Al and Jada in Jasons Lyrik
Baby, You look so fine I can't seem 2 get you get
meds?)
& all I need's Faden
I'm prepared to go lay in my bed
(I'll take that as a no)
I am not Jason Mraz
Wasn't out chasing no ass
Rude, he don't play
the message
Did you get it
I want two night stands
Are you with it
You hit me with the red emoji face
Now you live it
You just want to fuck
I just want to fuck
to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
You step in the place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case
Anxious to get in some shit, got your
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