Lyrics:
stone-cold and panic in stride
Plant it inside to hide away
Until the planets collide
Of course, of course, of course
I grab my sleeping pillow
And creep
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
range
White vet
White brains
[Repeat: x2]
All white everything
All white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
as new dick arrives they lose their fuckin’ mind,
Throw away all their dreams because they blind,
By stupid emotions from inside,
I know that I am a little
by
But at least he is free
No past, no future
Just present to endure
No future, no past
Invert the hourglass
There is a vineyard
Where sour seeds will
Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
Waiting
like, oh, come on
Get the fuck from 'round me, boy, you wheezin', you got Omicron
His wife gettin' railed by a Jew, better yet, a Hasad
I'll pull up
don't play with loaded 9's
Don't quote weak rhymes
If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine
Show him light, don't get emotional, son,
don't play with loaded 9's
Don't quote weak rhymes
If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine
Show him light, don't get emotional, son,
the grieving of angels that cried
See a demon don't compromise
And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
I'm a diamond inside the rough that's too
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
or the Sherbert
Top shelf Cake batter get it you deserve it
Mhmmm
You know that's right
Got you gone in outer space by the end of the night
Sour D on the dabby
Let
on the map like
Nobody has done before (You know it)
But you can still get fucked up with
A screw in a two by four, church
You can't ride in my Range Rover
I thank, so if I don't your considered slippin
Then I gots to get you even if we ain't trippin
Fuck that nigga who ain't Wadda try to certify
Got
lame
Still sippin' up on that kool-aid like
Ah
Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my
Flower
At least get a lil sour
Before this world takes a Meteor shower
Cuz God said it would be fire Next time
And the way we begging to be Disobedient
was alive, I was running snake way
Had a lady in my bed, but my heart was ‘bout to break
Wait
I was counting minutes by the second
And days would get
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
Blisters forming inside of my brain
Exercise I train, my mind to refrain
From meeting its demise
Now a word from the wise
Live by the truth cuz
silent structure
'cause the human lies i be like fuck you
What you need? You can't get nothin' from me
You was talkin' shit
Now I'm inside another human
Blood for None in the Rona
I will keep push them down on the phone
I get the ring ring like a ding
The door bell goes crazy when I get alone
I am
And through the energy we acquire we are re-born
It's intense as we commence to dispense the shit
Spittin' verbal milk while you suckin' a sour tit
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