Lyrics:
can shoot a movie we'll be famous by the next day
Something like Kim k or Ray J
Listen to afrobeats or get high to some reggae
She a bad gyal from UJ
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
Last of a dyin breed, soil of the Earth
Policed and been hated by the Church since birth
Bent and forgotten was the Prophet in
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
encompassed by the darkness in reality of stories
It's so gory, but I'm still spelling
Spit in a ill dwelling, fill it, got a hell of a yell
I write raps that
we watched the candles melt
I made the best with the cards I was dealt
I'd be lying if I said I did it all by myself
All I wanted was some new J's
Vans
product ain't determined by no marketin
Tryna start up to a Stark with this
That rich, genius, playboy, philanthropist
Ya know?
See me do, How I do
How you
couldn't stop getting them sacks
Feeling like Ray Lewis the way I flipped the quarterback
But I'm humble like J Cole can't floss to show my racks
But I'm
Like a preacher or a deacon when he speakin' in church
Know it's a lesson that I'm teachin' if you seekin' my verse
Like the shocker, the hour be
Moving'
Tell my people for J town
I am Coming (
Coming)
Man making Money
No more darlene
Darlene
I am been chasing the money
Hoping on my God
I Dey tell
a Glock with a stick, send me to a cell
Send me to the J, I ain't gettin' no bail
Gotta get up and get it , no, I cannot fail
Gotta stay down and get it,
afraid, you know, to tell me that
I need to go to church and get my sins to go
Now I'm lookin' at my father
Wish he was a better person
My heart stay
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]
I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
[I'ma tell you exactly why I do
Yeah
Ok
This is just a glimpse
This is just a glimpse
Only fully known by Jesus
Yeah
Yeah
I don't even know where to start with this
Just a glimpse i
Phillip Morris and R j reynolds
Kill with every single pack
McDonald's sues London Greenpeace
For presenting the public with the facts
Disney expands
to learn shit
They can't learn in church
Like get him 'fore he get you first
Jump out with J-O-B, 'bout to put in work
(work yeah)
Have a seat, this bullet
Aye
C-Rain
My nigga, J Hooligan
Talkin’ that real shit
Know what the fuck goin’ on
Sheesh
Y’all livin’ in the past while I’m livin’ in the future
said, Hov please, no goons
Discovered my religion
Full grown beard like loon
Black ribbon in the sky
Voice in my head always assume
Got judged by 12
While
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
a mighty wind
Laying prostrate at your thrown
We invite you in
Cuz of the cross no longer stifled
By the plight of sin
You conquered death hell and
The grave
the mines in the sky
Tryna blow me out from high range
Time flies by, by now I thought I would be as high
As the International Space Station
Still I rise
your regrets and face the evils
Surround yourself by strong people and leave the feeble
If you scared go to church pray at uh steeple
Ain't got no time
me
I'm clean like a tooth be
Swerving in lanes I'm high tryna get by
Way too high so I be shy
I don't wanna be that guy but I be fly
Always buzzed so
on waves
Ain't nothing I bring but I really been saved
Pull up in a Nissan, it feel like a Wraith
J's unlaced, I just walk by faith
I gave it time,
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