Lyrics:
of the week
Flex in Givenchy, 2K for my jeans
Steppin in Fendi, no Jays on my feet
Trap out the AirBnB with my peeps
Got a new spot by the beach on the East
the minutes
Just a handful of digits
Others the living archivist
Harnessing my alchemey
Hit golden glove compartment
Get it from any element
Like Ang with
get hairy
A world with no Atlas to carry
It through the fires and brim
Stone, the walls of the wallaby halls
Got those lulaby luls
Feelin' shippy got
the shadows like a phantom
Live to pay dues so karma guides my descent from Adam’s atom
The extortionist, blind mice tryna get a portion of
My two eyes with
One, two
One, two, three
Miss Emilia, I said a thousand times that I'd do right by you
Miss Emilia, you turned me cold as ice but I'm still here for
throwing ones to get her undressing
Two birds one stone, I count my blessings
Tryna usher in a good time but this ain't no confession
All you gotta do is
A lamp
A willow tree
Two lovers in peril
A key to a lock that is also somewhere abouts
A bobbing, brown box of tea
Bits of old songs; a cat, one
knees
Dom is just now thinking you gon be here by yourself
I'm getting out in five bro I really can't help
We still gon get you bread and play the hand
Two toned stones
One topaz, one amethyst
Live inside the stu, I don't ever take no rest
My block lava hot, you know you can never test
Spinning blocks
out the window
Insufficient funds had me talking bout the wins though
Get it how you live guess is why my spirit did broke
Man, i mend it up
That
You turn the page
But we turn pages
And everywhere we go
You lock our brothers in cages
In some cases
Racists
They get to place races
In designated
the odds and the scores get even,
(Even...)
All that I garner is peace,
I just wanna beat up on a canvas,
and build wit a bad b***h,
and meet for the feast,
on your love,love,your love.
(End Of Chorus)
That smile those eyes and everything inside
I’m mesmerized by you,I’m obsessed,yes this is the truth
I hope
We're gettin' paid two hundred sixty Jeffersons an hour
Don't be so surprised when you do nothin' and I'm feeling sour
I can see that he's
Imma live my life, ain't gon' pass me by
Now shut the fuck up let's go for a ride
(Let's go)
Slashing, gashing, fat blunt passing
Gassing, cashing, big
different features
Had to teeth to eat ya, they made beds called nests
And laid eggs after they had sex inside 'em
Whether they ate plants or meat is how
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
by two jus' get the leverage
You gotta be first on the lead fit my feet now
Let's compete one time let's pay more homage
Asked my mom for guap my brain
on the authority of utbah ibn ghazwan
That he says, i swear by allah
That the distance between the two gate posts of the gates of jannah is the distance of 40 years
the dentist's office
That's killing two birds with one stone
When I was younger, way before I was grown, I wanted a deal with Death Row
Or Rhymesayers, I'm
more loyal to it than any bride
Ya, those two are always allied
They'll probably never ever divide
Because that shit cut deep inside
I guess that Lil Boy
my money through love
And I'm a freak
But it hurts me so much
I'm living by the hour
Sometimes by the day
Always gets me outta bed
And never
rims
Presidential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled with Gucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in restaurants,
get enough of you
And I don't see no wrong
I take another puff or 2
And put it in a song
Yeah that's what gets me through
Tell me what I'm supposed
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