Lyrics:
a few floors
Now AK hold a torch but my cloth don't stay forced
Stayin' calm is almost like impossible to be
America always up but miss Barack up
""Spawned by God almighty Sworn to the church - Embraced by rabid wings Gold digger of the cloth Powered by the poor and the weak Godeater Eating
on the 18th floor
On your man’s face
That's what I call a facial
Told you niggas I’m a fucking boss, yeah
Told these niggas I got different sauce yeah
Fuck
we livin' in
But I ain't one for givin' in
My cut of cloth is different so I chose to say it different
Different codes, I live different, man
Face
it funny when buddy countin' ya money
Buddy study your every utter
Wish he was from another mother
Born of a different cloth, LRG covered
And I
I've always lived for the little things.
I experience, I dream.
In turn, my cloths are torn.
I breathe with the city, I wake with the sun.
I
of the love that became lost
Dress it up how you want, we're cut from the same cloth
Scars of hate, frowns stitched to our faces
Can't escape the cage we
The new J's is coming out?
Oh I gotta grab that
But get that wisdom out my face and show me where the cash at
Then He placed a crown upon my head
Said
concealed in cloth
What! What! Or get stabbed what the fuck?
You got a whole in ya stomach, so plug it up
Wit a cork, you dork
Lots of blood loss, Red
silence
Holly face, caught in a diamond of unaccustomed light
She looked twice before raise up from her frozen bed
The features in their private dark
you
So you can just kiss my face
I think you oughta know: if I don't like you, then I tell you so
I think today's the day that I really don't care
some face
I can give you that great
We done that seven fifty nine
And you be feinin' that eight
You tell your friends that you fine
But they know you
I'm loosening the tightest overcoat
Unzipping curtains just to hide the show
Cloth openings are getting wider now
Rip off the fibers that contain
and erasin' your thoughts
'Cause niggas who be reapin' what they
Sowed wasn't made from this cloth
Life is a win
That means that layin' in graves is a loss
(Uh,
(doo doo doo doo)
Look, it weighed heavy on my optics
Modernist thinkers
They conservatives and lifers
Fuck twelve, I spit in a cop face
If fiends
a different cloth too
I'm puttin' you in that box like a factory
Fuck a disaster, I'm a disastrophy
Light ya ass up, your backpack need a battery
This is
Wrapped in the black cloth
I found by the bed
You're turning the lights off
And I am covering my face
You should do what you want
I can't stop you
there'll be hit's on your family
And then your wifе is brainless
Wipe the stainlеss off
Niggas ain't the cloth that I came across
I'll stop you dead in your
beat
Pasting on the canvas on the easel beat needle point
Balance them anxieties
And fret with any spool or school of thought that keeps the cloth you
to pull it
Russian roulette I serve to these rappers told 'em bite the bullet
Queen, they barely gon' toe the line but I like to push it
Scarred face
wanna pop another pill (Oh, pop a pill)
Fashion killers, I'm in some different cloth, I don't put on Margielas
Pressin' the buttons inside of the Rolls,
cloth, tie gele
Two Hennessy for my bebe, hm
Mercedes for my bebe, hm
I go pay the bills, no gbege
Anything, anything
'Cause you are my
You are my
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