Lyrics:
a mural on the wall
I'm the apostle y'all, I'm like Samuel L.L.
But I'll swing by you like Eve with a gun in my sleeve
Weed spots is like my
Scrambling cause you're lost
I'll give you three months
Till you looking up to me
Playing my tracks is devilish
Picking from that tree like eve
My message gone
but she went off with it
I gave love a little bit of time and now it's augmented
Cus you giving me my purpose
Give me worth in all the times I'm feeling
Spirit blasphemy
Maybe because it causes a spiritual hysterectomy
Taking away the ability to give life for infinity
For Adam is the one who called her by
apartment
I know it's hard to conceive,
but there's life outside your apartment,
and you're only gonna see it if you leave.
There is cool shit to do,
but
my belt
when the worlds collide I put it in my chest pocket
Sip it when it brews, forget whatever set of rules
Back on track
Back on track
I run laps
track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat,
forward to it
But I don't change just for the holiday's
You can have your Christmas tree
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it
But I don't
selling you sold (What), I don't know the cost (Aye, yea)
Had run it like a track race (Track)
Know LLG we in first place
me and the squad we gon' make it
cash flow
Never run the track slow
Know it's a race, better pick up the pace
You know you're lapping dudes if you're cruising chasing last place
I ain't gone give you a call back
I ain't gone give you a call back
I ain't gone give you a call back
I ain't gone give you a call back
Yeah yeah
I
said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
Tis the season to be cheesing
I'm grinding like a sleigh until Christmas Eve
Im in a giving spirit since I'm always receiving
I'm Surrounded by my
One
Y'all done fucked up now
Oh shit, ah
It's mine now who want it, ha?
D-s, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?
It's Yung Wun with the big
piss me off
I swear, if I was a dude it'd be fist to jaw
Always mad at my mouth 'cause I cursed you out
Missin' hard, know you feelin' what these
lately
(I don't give a fuck)
Even my mama, she been trippin' lately
(I don't give a fuck)
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck
(I don't
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
Give it all tonight from to first to last
Baby want my number, tell her geez you shoulda asked
My productions are progressing leaving haters kinda
One, two, three, four
Grandma got run over by a redneck
Drivin' home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But
I let you have your fun
Now its done
Bring in reason back
Cool, you had your run but now the king is back
Seat evacuated
Greasy plates are getting
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'
First they wanna see u on the wrong track
Then they wanna smile at you
Now I think I'm ready for the respect
I'm the one that speak the truth
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