Lyrics:
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Fie, fi,, fo fum you're only dreaming
Three sixes hundred miles an hour? You must
By nature we get naughty
Want 100% of your twelve play
Confessions, you're gettin' in my way
Can you stand the rain like Bobby
Who gon' keep
Painted portraits on a digital screen Pencils and filters, it's all make-believe
A world of art and history, but what's beneath
Is there something
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
LA, Ah
Im like Kobe in the fourth quarter
(Cormel)
Think about that, ah
Yeah
I got these LA Vibes
I got another girl online
I got a hundred thousand
by makin' a 100 every summer
Pullin' up in the hummer can make a nigga so sick
How we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin' fans
Is
Check the catalog, put out a hundred packs
Watch for drug sniffing dogs, they coming from the back
I'm straight thunder clap, the funky drummer's back
dollar portraits in my fortress
of course it's Po
bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
be seen by a hundred or more
Who want me to grow
Who come for the show
Who mosh in the pits and follow the flow
Let me spit more
Let me prepare for
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
a Lamborghini truck, yeah
Bust down that Richie Mille, put blue diamonds in it, I don't give a fuck, yeah
Two hundred bags in one neighborhood in four houses,
hundreds in her birkin
Now she cooking waves in the kitchen
Yeah yeah yeah like we dreaming
Shawty wanna grind for a milli
Couple little hundreds in her
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
I close my eyes and I see portraits of pain
Relive the hurt; all the weight of my mistakes
My deepest loss carries on
It just replays
I've seen too
think he Uncle Ruckus
I left Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by
You left behind all the beautiful things
You bought to feed your ghosts
I'm surrounded by worthless, pretty things
They ain't nothing but memories
I've seen these snakes come closer
I know to stay composed but
I don't need fake love showers
Keep it one hundred
I don't need a thing from 'em
Say
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
ain't even made a dime
Yet you want my time
Once upon a time there was a young girl
Dreaming of what it would be like to be known
By the whole world
eternal home
The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love
The watchman, he lay dreaming
Keep fighting dreaming beating until you get old
Never hang up you grandpas gloves
Until you have at your feet every single soul
You got me thinking
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
sac-religious, I'm divorcing it
Dead yo mentality, Dr. Kavorkian it
Women are orchids
Women are portraits
Well engineered, revered
Queens of the fortress
Angels,
portrait
Stayed
Stagnant for years
Stuck in muck and the mire
I faced my inner demons
Consequences that dire
Used to get picked on and bullied
By this name
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